My Sister's Boyfriend

- Record? Who is really strange?

-Shut up! - we laughed and finished eating amid laughter. He sighed deeply, tearing the remaining napkin between his long fingers.

- Do you want to leave?

- Could it be. - He got up and I followed him. At the door he waited for me and let me go ahead. There was a pleasant breeze outside, making me feel serene. - The night is so beautiful today.

- I think the night is one of the few things I will still see you praise. - he made fun of me.

- Yep. Compliments are boring. Swearing is cooler. - We started walking, returning to the hotel along the same street we had come from, empty and dark. But now I didn't feel scared or suspicious. Did I feel... safe? Well, that was actually due to the guy next to me who was walking with his hands in his pockets nonchalantly.

- So you prefer to be insulted rather than praised?

- I did not say that. I said I like to swear.

-You are too complex.

- I foresee a withdrawal... - I hummed.

- You only give up when you want something.

- So does that mean you're talking to me by chance? Just for talking?

- That is not what I said. It was just a comment. - He raised his arms and I raised my eyebrows.

- I might have been offended if the effect of Coca Cola had already worn off.

- Which is made?

- The euphoria. I don't smile like that all the time! - I ended up laughing, pushing him lightly. - You should feel lucky.

- I feel lucky for that, then. - I looked at him, suspicious. And I realized that he was too close, our arms were practically brushing. Embarrassed and a little dizzy, I looked away.

We remained silent until I could see the hotel. The hotel was beautiful, facing the beach. Well located, and decorated in a simple and cozy way. It attracted attention from afar. I glanced at Igor, he was looking at the sky. The moonlight fell directly onto his tanned face. I followed his gaze, looking at the stars. It was a very, very beautiful night. I stumbled, as I was looking at the moon and felt a strong grip on my arm, bringing me back to balance and straightening me out. - Careful. - he said, still holding my arm and walking again.

- Oops. - I murmured.

- Does the effect of Coca Cola also include passion for the ground?

- Oh no. I don't need Coca Cola for that.

-I don't doubt it. - His hand slipped off my arm and went down, stopping at my wrist. His expression took on a hint of curiosity. I cursed the beating of my heart, which seemed even audible. I wondered if he could feel my heartbeat through my pulse. And from his stupid smile I thought so, but even though I was embarrassed, I didn't pull my hand away. We continued walking, his hand warming my wrist. We entered the hotel, which was reasonably empty. I looked at the time, almost 9 pm. He stopped in the middle of the hall.

- Do you want to go up now? It's a little early...

-And where would we go?

- Beach. Miss Obvious.

- Ah, the beach... - I stopped, thinking about the possibilities. I could stay with my beautiful little book in my room, very calmly, until I fall asleep. Watch a movie that was on cable TV. Or go out with him. His presence pleased me, of course. He was nice, and made me feel comfortable talking to him. But I was also afraid.

- Then...? - he interrupted my thoughts. I blinked quickly, and he looked at me kind of suggestively. I knew I should say no. But, once again, I was defeated. Totally defeated, I muttered.

- I can't come back late. He grabbed my wrist again and we walked to the beach.

On the beach we walked aimlessly, just walking and talking. Igor made me laugh all the time with his stupid jokes and exaggerated gestures while explaining something. I realized that I was enjoying spending time with him, exchanging words about bands and music. I was really enjoying it... Our feet were bare, feeling the sand caressing them pleasantly. Our sneakers were stuck in our hands and sometimes Igor shook his while gesturing and talking, in a funny way. And red from laughing so much, I ended up bumping into him and he into me, his touch, even for small moments, gave me goosebumps. The sea lapped against the sand, sizzling lightly, leaving me calm and at ease. The familiar smell of sea air in my nose made my chest shiver with pleasure, even more so with that company. Until I bumped into each other so much that I sat down on the sand, too tired to walk. Igor laughed, sitting next to me.

- You can be more sedentary than me. - he said, looking happy.

-I am not sedentary.

-Lazy or complacent? Choice.

- I like comfortable. Is different.

- Is this comfortable for you? - he said, sitting closer to me. I looked away embarrassed, not responding. - I'm waiting for your answer.

-You're pretty tough, aren't you?

- I prefer to say that I am very direct. Answer my question.

- Yes, it's comfortable here. - We remained silent, looking at each other.

So... Bringing together all the courage in my being, I reached out with a cold, trembling hand to his face, caressing his cheek lightly. His eyes closed for a few seconds, until they fixed on mine, with something more than surprise, something I couldn't define. I slowly pulled his face closer and closer to mine. I closed my eyes, still guiding his lips to me. Until something went wrong. I felt a hand on my wrist, which firmly removed my hand from his face. I opened my eyes scared. He looked away. Mouth open, I felt the shame and humiliation taking over me completely.

- What did I do? - I breathed out the words. I felt the blood rushing to my brain. Making me dizzy. I went over what I had done... How ridiculous I was! I'm ridiculous.