Tajo Chronicles: A Reprise (Part 2)

I opened the door that leads to my refuge.

As I walk inside my small, cramped bedroom, I see that things are in the usual disarray as I left them yesterday. My clothes are still scattered on the floor and my old books are still arranged chaotically in one side of the room. My tangled bed is still exactly the same. Everything is unchanged as I left the house.

I am still the same, I suppose.

Or am I?

  I plunged myself to bed eyes closed and recalled the night that was and how it made all the difference in the world.

Episode Two - The Night That Was 

While I lay down exhausted from the two-hour travel, I felt something small and hard protrude from my back pocket. I reached for it to see what it was: a small, mint candy from the restaurant where we ate last night. I remembered that after meeting in the movie house, we decided to catch the last full-show of a comic fiction-based movie that we both agreed to see.  We had a couple of hours to spare before show starts, so we figured to have dinner first. I kind of expected that we would do this before seeing the film; knowing that you came directly from work and you haven’t eaten much during the day. Still, I waited for you to make the first move and ask me out to what I hoped was a romantic dinner. As cliché as it may seem, I wanted to experience all the romance the night can possibly give. Sue me for being a hopeless romantic. If I play my cards right, I knew that the night would turn out the way I would want it to be.

 And true enough, the pasta dinner and the conversations we had did not disappoint. They were the same things I hope for and experience everytime we talk: the same passionate exchange of thoughts we have grown accustomed to everyday. Only this time I felt something different. I felt...wanted and desired. You felt close. You were within reach.  As I look away from our table during one small lull, I smiled. I couldn’t help but think how good the night was.

The blistering morning rays of the summer sun through my window shutters brought me back from last night's nostalgia. I started to perspire because of the heat. As I try to put on a more comfortable change of clothes, I caught a whiff of an unusual smell radiating from my naked torso. It was musky, sweet and definitely not mine. It was your scent. Funny that even after a shower at your place before heading home, the aroma of your cologne and your bed sheets is still with me, as if playfully reminding the hours we spent lying next to each other in the coldness of your room.That was after we got home, after the movies.

As my senses are ravished by your scent, I was again transported to the events of last night. The time when I took your hand as you held close to me. The time when the rise and fall of your naked chest were the same as mine.  I remember how the coldness of your skin was complimented by the warmth of my body, and how you repeatedly exclaimed how good it felt - how good I felt. The way how your stubbles tickled every part of me you kissed; your hand against my hair. Your scent took me back to the murmurs and the chuckles we had as we tried to explore where last night’s passion took us. To how at that brief moment, naked  and vulnerable as we were, we were happy.

A few days ago you asked me if I wanted to be your boyfriend.

Last night... I said yes.

Last night you became part of my life, I became part of yours.

Last night was definitely ours.

 To be continued...