Garden of Sins

The tap in the bathroom is dripping.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

I open my eyes when I can’t stand it any longer because the noise is driving me crazy and as always, I stare at the yellowing wall next to the door first because I always sleep in the same position.

A tepid autumn wind blows through the open window and I sigh deeply and lower my eyelids once again because my eyes are burning. I slide backward until I bump against this perfect, warm body, and again, I sigh with pleasure. I am in this cubbyhole, but this body makes the room rather pleasant.

Blindly, I feel behind me and simply pull the arm that goes with it over my waist.

Yes. That is good. Very good.

I position myself so that it is comfortable for me and snuggle against this body. This body smells abnormally good.

I noticed that the second I felt it on mine for the first time. Down there in the bar.

For six weeks, this body has been with me.

For six weeks, I smell this scent.

For six weeks, this dump feels warm and secure during those cold days when I am away from home.

For six weeks, epic sex.

For six weeks, conversations into the early morning hours.

For six weeks, green gummy worms for breakfast and pizza out of the box in the middle of the night.

For six weeks, sipping alcohol from a navel.

For six weeks, exchanging marijuana smoke while kissing.

For six weeks, Carter Whatever-His-Last-Name.

Actually, I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t stay in one place too long or allow a person to look too deeply because I can’t stay. I can’t allow anyone to find out who I really am and what I’m doing here.

But even though I know all this, I could not escape you. With that first kiss down there, you ripped the rug out from under my feet. Now, I’m foolishly getting used to waking up next to you, your smell, your rough voice, your laughter, and your deep turquoise eyes. I have never seen such eyes in my life. They are so special. They remind me of the sea off the coast of Italy.

And I should really get up now, as I do every day, take my things and leave before you wake. Yeah, I tell myself that every day, but I am still here, for six weeks.

Actually, I only rented the room for two weeks and I really can’t remain here in your arms any longer, yet I continue to hold you and you hold me.

I have never experienced anything like this before. Actually, I didn’t expect to find someone like you on my way through the gutter and I wasn’t searching for it either. I thought I already had someone like you, but nothing that existed before and nothing that exists in the future will carry me away like you do, Carter.

Still, after six weeks. You did things to me in six weeks that a normal person would need a lifetime for. Somehow, it feels like everything that I have experienced so far was only so I’d end up here with you. I feel like I’ve arrived, yet I am far from having arrived.

I should run.

Fast.

I nestle closer to you.

Your hand immediately reaches under the shirt I’m wearing and goose bumps overcome me. You have a way of touching me like no one ever before. This one is different. This one shoots into my bones. Okay, maybe it is a little crush that will go away when our paths part and they will.

But maybe it’s more than that. I don’t know. Neither should be the case.

Your hand glides up and you park your fingers over my heart. Under your hand, it pounds even faster.

Yep, definitely a crush.

Honestly.

How could one not fall in love with you? The way you smile and speak. You are so emotional. You show what you feel. I also can’t hide what’s going on inside me, what I feel, and that’s why I love that I can read everything on your face. I also know you have not told me everything about yourself yet. I know you have secrets, but that’s okay, I do too and I’ll leave yours to you. I won’t probe, I won’t badger, I won’t ask, I simply want to exist in this room with you. Here in this fucked up room with no real lamp, no curtain, no heating.

I am used to something else. However, from the begi

“You’re awake, aren’t you?” I whisper.

“I don’t know,” you mumble in my hair and the corner of my mouth twitches. You’re not a morning person. Then again, it’s certainly not early morning anymore, Carter, because you and I sleep until the afternoon every day. Why shouldn’t we? It’s not like we have to get to any appointments.

I know you’re ru

I nestle closer and I can sense you’re very much awake. And how, Carter.

You press against me and I hum with pleasure because lust immediately courses through my body. Your tattooed hand is still on my chest and is now stroking the curve. In my stomach, everything contracts and every cell tingles.

Your thumb glides lazily over me and I shiver. With just a few touches, you make me want more from you. More, more, more, as if everything is not enough.

I blindly feel behind me again and frantically push those a

Immediately, you push between my legs and glide over my center without bumping into me, which drives me completely crazy. At the same time, you groan hoarsely in my ear. Your moaning is about the hottest thing I have ever heard.

You grab my breast firmly and thrust into me with an unexpected jerk. I moan. That feels so good. I don’t usually have sex without contraception, that’s rule number one.

But with you, I didn’t even think about it the first night because I was so intoxicated. And drunk. You carry me away, in every way, and you feel so perfect inside me. Our bodies snuggle up against each other like they belong together and I can’t handle that. I try not to think too much about the intense feelings you stirred within me. I know this is a bad time to fall in love, but when is the right time?

Your breath caresses my cheek and I push closer and closer toward you as lust fills me. You move leisurely. You are a passionate man, uncontrolled, emotional, and full of life. No matter what you do, you do it wholeheartedly and I love that. Actually, I thought I would like it slow and sensual, but you are a hurricane and you showed me that I am one too. I could jump you, at any time, from any corner, bite your neck, scratch hard across your back, and bite your lip, all fucking day. However, I’m supposed to be doing something else right now, like ru