Semua Bab JUST LOVERS: Bab 61 - Bab 70

OLIVIA.Still standing, he sighed deeply, putting his arms up and looking down at me from above, his breathing quickened, and his face was one of consternation.We stared at each other like that for a couple of seconds, until he dropped to his knees in front of me, startling me, and exhaled all the pent-up air, resting his hands on my knees.I tensed as I felt his touch, but I didn't pull away. Seeing him like that, with his head down, looking at no specific point and denying, as if in disbelief, made me so curious, that I wanted to listen to him more eagerly.Then, he looked at me."I didn't plan this trip. I didn't think things through, I just took a plane and..." He looked at his hands above me. "Olivia, I couldn't bear the thought of having to wait to come back from your trip to see you."I didn't make a move for a few seconds."How did you know where I was traveling to and where I would be staying?"His expression changed to one of slight obviousness and embarrassment.«Leonidas»

CARL.Olivia's face is gorgeous. She has one of those faces that are not doll-like, but rather, sexy and representative. Yes, those faces represent life and wisdom, no matter what. They represent the ability to love and to claim when they need some love nearby.And there she was, Olivia Quintero completely naked before me, inside the shower of a five-star hotel on a stunning and touristic island of Venezuela, after making love, with that sparkling look and that redness from the past excitement and the movements, my movements and my touches, my fault all her reds on the skin, that shaved, beautiful, and preened, was the wrapper of a precious and desirable body.Olivia has a beautiful face, but her eyes... I just looked into her eyes to understand everything she told me.I wanted to shut her up several times, but I promised myself not to touch her until she said what she had to say."You went out with him." It wasn't a question, it wasn't a question at all."No," she answered at once, w

CARL.(A few days later).This time I didn't sit in the table area.In high spirits and with zero fatigue, I stood near the cash register, with a glass of Whiskey on the counter, munching on a personal-size pizza that The Pizza Master made for me.It should be noted that the area in question was the same one where the block and stone oven was located, being the most native area of the restaurant, close to the main entrance of the restaurant, towards the administrative offices, which were behind all of it.I was back at La Napolitana and expected Nancy to show up at any moment. The waiter assured me that she would, so I went to wait for her.It was Friday and already mid-January. I had no plans to dine there. I had an appointment later that I couldn't miss.However, unbelievably, it was my only day off, since going out of town like crazy left a lot of work as a consequence, so I couldn't make that visit until after the 15th of the first month of the year. Since Olivia launched her reas

OLIVIA.Carl did not place candles because he was not of very common tastes, however, a thin tube-type vase of thick glass held a beautiful calla flower inside, with white and delicate petals.I loved everything I was seeing I loved the taste of Carl who, despite being a lonely man, partially, likes to live well, owning goods, as I was understanding, although he did not frequent that one and the other, since he practically spent his time working, unless it was weekends, where according to the month he used them to do nothing.Despite all that, he always had things well decorated, and tidy, he is an amazing guy.The song was beautiful and I saw him prancing in the kitchen, humming it, dancing to it... I accompanied him to the other side of the counter of a small but very beautiful room, all open, all stainless steel, beautiful, you could see the investment and money.I remembered my apartment, it had many shortcomings. It was nice and tidy too, clean, but it lacked many things.Sometim

CARL.Olivia left for home on Sunday.I asked her to get some clothes and a few things and move immediately to my apartment, but she asked me to be calm, as had to arrange some things there. I asked her what it was about, and the word "quiet" came up again in our conversation. I decided not to insist.I was worried that she was in danger. I needed us to be together and to have her around most of the time. She and I are alike in one way, in how reserved we are. Olivia doesn't tell me a lot of things about her life, she doesn't open up so easily to people, or me. Knowing that she leads a quiet life: work-home-work (and some Fridays at La Napolitana), I could still wonder what she did during certain times, what happened when the night came when it was still early and she wasn't sleepy.What hobbies did she have, and what habits did she have in her free time? Does she have free time? It was to be expected that whatever she had to "fix" before moving in with me, she would not tell me. With