Part I: Give me a kiss

Give me a kiss

The night was nearly over. It was cold and I was grummy. My fingers felt heavy and numb, so the cursor moved more and more uncoordinated across the screen. All I wanted at this time was my head on a pillow and lay down for an hour under minimum two blankets. I held my head with one hand and watched to the man on the other side of the room. Gorgeous. Shit. He exactly looked like hours before. It was like he doesn't need any repose.


>>Found something?<<


His voice gave me heebie-jeebies. He didn't look up but he noticed my eyes on him. Caught!


>>N ... no, I ... tea. Yea, I need some tea. Do you want too?<< I jumped out of my armchair.


He shortly looked up to me with a face that said >There's something amiss.< then he turned back to his enquiries.


>>Yes, please.<<


I went into the kitchen and concentrated on not looking at him. With shaky hands I turned on the kettle and rummaged for two teacups. I talked to myself that my uneasiness came from the sleepless night but deep inside of me I knew it was his fault. His voice, his white skin, his hands and first of all his self-confidence in everything he did, attracted me.


... to be continued