The moment I opened my eyes, I realized how
much I had to drink the night before. I didn’t even tried to sit down or stand
up; I just opened my eyes and then shut them again. Although I didn’t really
remember everything that had happened the night before, I was glad to know I
had gotten home and that my cellphone and my wallet were in the nightstand.
Those were the most important things to know, that I was alive and ok and in
the right place. But my head was spinning so much I decided to close my eyes and
try to get some more sleep. It had to be a Saturday or Sunday so I didn’t have
to be anywhere or to do anything. I turned around, feeling cozy and warm and
then, when I stretched my feet a bit, I felt someone else in bed with me.
My eyes opened immediately but everything I
could see was a head, short auburn hair and a tattoo on the shoulder, that
happened to be uncovered, as he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt. I was only wearing my
underwear but that didn’t matter, as that was my bed, in my home. Who was that guy?
I had no idea and I didn’t wanted to be rude and wake him up just to ask. After
all, he was there for a reason. Normally, any friend or friend of a friend
would stay in the couch, which was very comfortable. But, somehow, I had
decided not to leave him there but instead ask him to sleep with me. I then
raised my head a bit and looked at the nightstand again and at the floor. There
was nothing on my side that would indicate intercourse.
Then, I remained still for a moment as I
checked mentally if any part of my body felt funny. As I did that, I realized
how bad my memory was at retaining any kind of information. Not only I couldn’t
remember a single thing from the night before, I had to practically touch
myself to know if I had sex with the man that was sleeping beside me. That made
me feel like shit, as if I did that kind of thing every time I went out. I then
turned around and closed my eyes and tried to think of something to do, a way
to know who he was or why he was there. The best idea would be to write my
friends and ask them if they knew, although that would reflect very poorly on
me. Anyway, I fell asleep in no time because of how tired I was.
It always happened that, when I had too much
to drink, I would have the wildest and weirdest dreams. That time was no
exception as in, the probably one hour that I rested my eyes, I dreamt about
some strange creatures that I was supposed to kill with a team of others. We
were using laser weapons and the guy that was sleeping beside me was there too,
covering the left flank. It was like being in a movie, people shooting all
around. I was having a lot of fun there but then the dream changed and I was in
a room observing two people having a fight. They couldn’t hear me and I
couldn’t do anything to intervene. The yelling and their insults made me wake
up, sweating a bit.
I sat on my bed, trying to catch my breath,
realizing it had only been a dream. It was a nightmare that always came back, a
remembrance of a past I always tried to forget. Then, I realized the guy on my
side was not there. For a second, I thought I had just imagined him but then I
saw his clothes on the floor and realized he was still around. It was exactly
at that moment when he came in with a tray, my only tray. There was some orange
juice, a sandwich made in the toaster and a banana. But that really wasn’t what
surprised me most. The guy had the body of a model or even better.
Instinctively, I pulled up the sheets, as I didn’t wanted for him to see my
body, which was very far from his in terms of beauty and acceptance. He had
some other tattoos and he was only wearing some black briefs.
The beautiful man passed me the tray and told
me he had already had breakfast. The only thing I could do was to smile and
listen to him tell me how had the idea to make me breakfast after all I had
done for him and how he had found everything he needed in order to make a
somewhat decent breakfast. As I drank some juice, he laughed and said he
thought of giving me some cereal but he remembered me saying that I couldn’t
drink any milk. Again, I just smiled, as I had no idea at what point I had told
him any of that. For that matter, I had no idea in what planet I could have met
a guy such as him and why he was “thankful” to me. I just ate my breakfast and,
in between bites, asked him if he had eaten something yet and he said yes.
He looked at me as I ate, which was strange
already, never minding those big green eyes, the tattoos and the body that
seemed to have been taken out from a fitness magazine. When I finished, I
decided to be honest. First o f all, I thanked him for his kindness but then I
had to confess that I didn’t remembered much about the night before. I told him
I could imagine I had a lot to drink because I really didn’t know where I had
met him and why he had stayed with me, even in bed. His reaction was strange as
he laughed and looked even better looking as he did it. He looked at me
straight in the eye and I have to say I couldn’t hold his look for a long time.
His bright eyes hurt a little.
He showed me his hand and told me his name was
Steven and that we had met in the bathroom of a club where we were both having
some time with friends. Steven said that, when I entered the bathroom, I seemed
to have been drinking for a while already so he had no idea what I had done
before he met me. Anyway, he wasn’t there alone but with another guy. He said
that guy was someone he had met at work and who was very obsessed with getting
high and drunk. As I came in, he was apparently trying to convince Steven to
get high with something he was keeping in a small bag, but he didn’t told me
what it was. I apparently went to a stall and they kept arguing outside.
Things got pretty bad as the guy who was with
him started to scream and push him. Apparently, Steven had opened the little
bag and thrown all its content into the drain. The man went crazy and he
punched Steven on the face. He bled a bit and it was then when I came out.
According to Steven, I just went insane when I saw him on the ground bleeding.
I went straight for the guy and told him to get the fuck out, the guy pushed me
and then I punched him hard in the face. Two, three, four times until he could
stand up. I even kicked him in the stomach and we just left that place. I
didn’t even tell my friend or anything, we just left for my place and I told
him I would take care of him for good.
Steven smiled as he remembered all of that. He
knew I was just being nice and maybe my reaction was due to the fact that he
was a very handsome man. And, without any hesitation, I told him that that
wasn’t the case. Yes, he was beautiful, but I reacted like that because I had
seen too much violence in my life to let people keep doing that to each other.
I guess my answer wasn’t the best way to solve it, but that guy would probably
think again before punching someone like that just because they wouldn’t have
some of his shit. Steven just smiled as I said that and I realized I had talked
very passionately so I decided to thank him again for the breakfast. He took
the try back to the kitchen and I used what little time I had to put on my
t-shirt.
He reentered the room as I put it on and he
asked why I was doing that. He told me that I was in my house, so it was a bit
strange that I decided to cover myself as if I was doing something wrong. I
told him the truth that I felt little ashamed to be next to him. I had a belly,
I had no perfect body like he had and it would make me feel less weird if I
wore the t-shirt. I pulled it down and
sat on the bed, waiting for something although I didn’t know what it was. He
was doing exactly the same thing by the door, just standing there like waiting
for something to happen but not knowing exactly what. It was a bit uncomfortable.
Finally, I decided to get into the bed again
and pull up the sheets. Then, he walked up to the bed and lay down too, this
time with his face towards my side. I was looking up. We stayed like that for a
good while until I decided to take off the t-shirt and turn towards him. He
smiled again and I just got closer and kissed him. I wasn’t going to meet a guy
like that ever again. We kissed for a long time and he told me, between kissed,
that I had been a gentleman the night before, as we talked in the taxi and in
my living room. We had already kissed but because he had leaned forward. Now,
it had been me.
We had sex afterwards and starting going out
rather frequently. But that story and its outcome, will not be told here.
