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  Her heels were already on the sidewalk when she heard him laugh. Surprised, she turned and looked at him.

  “Do you know which the funniest part is?” he asked. “That I haven’t broken your fucking contract. One of your clauses stated that my feelings for you shouldn’t change and they hadn’t. I’ve been a fool getting involved in this, I thought—“ he interrupted his words and shook his head. “The guy at the disco was right, you’re a cock-teaser.”

  “Don’t you dare to call me that again. You’re a liar and a manipulative man. Susana was right.”

  “Susana? What does Susana have to do with—? Oh, of course. I thought about it when you told me that you were still friends, but I hoped that she wouldn’t remember. Then you know everything, right?” he sounded defiant.

  “I know that when we were in high school you told her that you liked me.”

  “And you put two and two together, right? You realized that the way I behave with you wasn’t the manner of a man who only wanted sex.”

  “I knew it before she told me anything. I asked you several times if you were trying something and you looked at me and lied. You repeated again and again that I didn’t have anything to worry about, that you behave like that with your friends.”

  “And what did you want me to say, Sara? That I was in love with you and that our relationship as fuck buddies couldn’t work? I’ve been interested in you since before high school and only now you were paying me some attention. I preferred this to nothing, I had the hope that eventually your feelings for me would change, that your injuries would heal and that you’d give an opportunity to a true relationship. Because maybe you don’t believe in love, but I’ve been in love with you for more than ten years, even without being next to you, without seeing you— Fuck, Sara! You’re the love of my life, the one which wasn’t returned, do you remember? And you told me to insist and soften your heart.”

  “Roberto, I—“

  But he was tired of her, tired of everything, and didn’t let her finish.

  “If you’re not going to tell me that you love me too, leave. Please, Sara, just leave.”

  She looked at him for several seconds without saying anything. The last information he had revealed had left her speechless. Susana had suggested it but Sara hadn’t believed it, not even for a second. She didn’t believe in love and that meant that she was sure no one can feel it for her, especially not for so long. His words, so sincere and hurt had reached her heart and had wet her eyes. No words came to her mouth and she wasn’t even able to think with clarity. She opened her mouth to say something but he, who had fixed his eyes in the front window, requested again:

  “Please.”

  Sara swallowed with difficulty and turn to the door, which was already opened. Slowly, she got out of the car and closed behind her. Roberto hadn’t stopped the car and he left immediately. She watched him go away until she lost sight of him.

  If it was Roberto the one who hadn’t passed the test, why did she feel so bad?

  11. Invitation

  Roberto didn’t reply to her messages nor answered her calls during the following days. Sara sent him a message the evening that followed their argument saying to him that they had to talk. That night, when she saw that he had read the message but hadn’t replied, insisted with another message. When the next morning she checked her phone, there was no answer and, swallowing her pride, she left another text. Evening came and she had received no reply, so she called him. The line beeped seven times and then went off.

  Sara sighed. Her behavior during those days had been cyclic. First she told herself she shouldn’t call him, that he had lied to her and their relationship had to end. Then she felt furious because he hadn’t tried to get in touch with her; it was him who had screwed what they had, it was him who had to solve it. Later, she felt sorry for him; he had said to her that he loved her, that he had been in love with her for years, and she hadn’t replied anything. When she was at that stage, she called him and then, when she didn’t have an answer, she got angry once more and all the cycle began again.

  On the third day, shortly before noon and after having called him twice without success, she went to his restaurant. She was sure Roberto would be there. Her heart speeded up when she saw him setting the tables that were in the back of the restaurant. She approached him, nervous, especially when he raised his face, saw her, and pretended that he hadn’t recognized her.

  She stood a few meters away from him and after some seconds of silence, she said:

  “Hi.”

  “What do you want, Sara?” he asked without looking at her. He was concentrated on settling the cutlery and the napkins in the right order.

  “I’ve left you a bunch of messages.”

  “And have I replied?”

  “No.”

  “And still you don’t get it?”

  Sara cleared her throat, uncomfortable. She looked back and saw a man who might be Roberto’s father. He was looking at them slyly.

  “I would like to talk with you, Roberto.”

  “I think we don’t have anything to talk about.”

  “Well, I think we do. The other night you said—“

  “Have you come here to make fun of me? To ruffle my feathers?”

  “What? No, of course not. Why do you think so?”

  He raised his head and looked straight into her eyes.

  “I told a woman who doesn’t believe in love that I’ve been in love with her since high school. She made fun of me.”

  “I didn’t make fun of you” she hurried up to correct.

  “Maybe not, but you laughed at me before, right? I’ve been thinking a lot about everything that happened the other night. If Susana told you how I felt for you, you took me to that nightclub just for making fun of me.”

  “No, not for laughing at you. It was a test.”

  “Oh, a test! Then it’s even better.”

  “You don’t understand. I— I needed to know what you felt for me and if I would have asked you, you wouldn’t have been sincere. You would have done as always, hide behind funny sentences and lies.”

  Roberto sighed and went to another table to settle the cutlery. Sara didn’t move. She didn’t know if her last words would have bothered him.

  “Please, Roberto, let’s meet and talk.”

  “But do we have something to talk about, Sara?” he insisted.

  “Yes, a lot of things. We’ll meet tonight, ok? At the viewpoint we were together not long ago. Meet me at midnight.”

  “How would you get there?”

  “Don’t worry about that. Just go, ok?”

  “What if I don’t?”

  “I’d wait for you hours and hours in the middle of nowhere.”

  12. Picnic

  Sara was nervous. The last time she had checked the time, it was five past twelve and there she was, alone and without hearing the sound of any engine approaching. What if he didn’t show up? What would she do? She breathed in and tried to relax her mind and body. He was always late, it was inherent to him. She only had to wait and he would arrive.

  It was twelve twenty when she looked again her cell phone and checked that she didn’t have any message from him saying he would be late. He had decided to stand her up, it was the only explanation. Although he knew that she would wait for him there, completely alone, he hadn’t lowered himself to send her a message telling her that, definitely, he didn’t accept her invitation and didn’t want to hear anything of her ever, ever again.

  “No, don’t think such a thing” she told herself. “He’ll come, I’m sure.”

  Her feet were starting to hurt, so she approached to the viewpoint and lay on the quilt she had opened out on the ground, sheltered from the wind. A pair of candles lightened inside two lanterns gave a golden brightness to the scene. In a picnic basket awaited the dinner she had brought for them both. She sighted sonorously. He wouldn’t give her a new opportunity, probably because she didn’t deserve it.

  “You
’re stupid” she insulted herself. It was beginning to refresh and she was happy to have a long jacket she could wrap up with. She lay down on the quilt, with her back to the wall. It was one o’clock and there she was, alone. She gazed at the flame of the candle that was closer to her and looked at it dancing to the rhythm of a gentle breeze that strained between the glasses of the lantern. He wasn’t going to show up.

  Suddenly, a hand caressed her cheek and Sara blinked, confused and disoriented. Roberto had just materialized next to her, she didn’t know exactly how, and was smiling at her charmingly.

  “What—?” Sara took her hand to the corner of her mouth, where she felt some dampness.

  “You fell asleep.”

  Oh, God! What she was cleaning from the corner of her mouth was dribble. She had fallen asleep while she was waiting for him and she hadn’t noticed his arrival.

  “What— what time is it?” she asked.

  “Half past two.”

  “Half past two?”

  “Yes, I’m sorry. A large group arrived for dinner at the last minute and my father had to accept them. I sent you a message asking to put off our chat for another day, but you didn’t reply.

  “A message?” Sara looked her phone but she didn’t have any notification. “I haven’t received anything.”

  “I supposed so. When you didn’t reply my message, I thought that maybe you had kept your threat of staying here to wait for me. And then I remembered that up here there isn’t coverage except for emergencies.”

  Sara noticed then the upper bar of her Smartphone and realized that Roberto was right: there was neither 3G signal nor coverage. She left the phone to one side.

  “Well, but you’ve come” she said, looking into his eyes and smiling at him, sincerely happy.

  “And you have waited for me” he smiled back, but only briefly. “But what’s this about, Sara? I don’t understand” he asked looking around, to the nice and romantic setting that Sara had prepared for him.

  “I wanted to have dinner together.”

  “I’ve already had dinner. When I work, I have dinner at eight” he saw disappointment in her eyes and added: “But many hours had passed since I had dinner. I think I can eat again.”

  Sara smiled at him with an expression full of—hope? She was happy of having him there, it was obvious, but that only disconcerted Roberto even more. His hurt heart yelled at him that he shouldn’t get carried away by false illusions. Despite he had answered by instinct with a smile to her smile, he got serious and said:

  “But this looks as a romantic dinner, Sara.”

  “Because it is.”

  They held each other’s gaze for several seconds, trying to understand the implications of those three simple words. It was her who eventually broke their eyes bond and invited him to sit next to her.

  “I have a gift for you” she said, taking out of the picnic basket a rectangular and thin package. She handed it to him. “Open it.”

  Roberto ripped the wrapping paper slowly, as if he was scared of what he would find inside. When he finished, he found a photo frame with a picture of them both when they were kids. They were sat on a bus during a school trip. They had their arms around each other’s shoulders and they smiled so much that their cheeks seemed about to explode. He couldn’t avoid a smile.

  “Turn it.”

  He obeyed and on the other side of the photo frame he saw the picture he had taken her under the sea, the one she had forced him to remove from the Internet.

  “Eventually you made a copy before I deleted it” he said.

  “Susana downloaded it so that I could see it. Do you like the gift?”

  “Yes, but what does it mean exactly? I don’t understand anything, Sara, and I don’t want to think what is not only to get disappointed.”

  “Open it” it was the only thing she said.

  “Open it? How?”

  “Open the photo frame and look what is inside.”

  Bewildered, Roberto took off the restraints of the photo frame and opened it. He didn’t know what he would find there, in such a tiny space, but as soon as he separated both sides he knew what Sara wanted him to see. She had broken in half the fuck buddy contract and on the back of the sheet she had printed the photos. Looking inside the photo frame, he could see the contract broken in half and crossed out with a black marker.

  He raised his face to look at Sara and she knew that it was her time to speak, to explain herself, to stripe her soul before him as she had done so many times with her body.

  “I told you what I thought about love, that it was only an illusion and that it didn’t really exist. But the truth is that I was only trying to convince myself of that. Love hurts and I guess that I decided that if love didn’t exist, it couldn’t hurt me anymore. But love is there, call it a feeling, call it a chemical reaction, but we can’t deny its existence. What I told you in the beach is truth, any girl could fall in love with you, including me if I only allow my heart to feel freely, without ties of my mind, without fears of getting wounded.” Sara grabbed one of Roberto’s hands and took it to her heart. “When you told me that you had been interested in me since before high school, that you had been in love with me for so many years, I didn’t answer because I didn’t know what to say. I was afraid, terribly afraid, and at the same time— something moved inside my heart. I started to think that I would like to feel how it is to be with someone who has loved me in such an irrational, crazy and incomprehensible way for years. That I would like to love that person, that I would like to let that person love me— and then I realized that I could do it, that I could love you and let you love me, that I could believe in love— she stopped and looked at him during some long seconds. She felt a lump in her throat when he didn’t react. “Now it is your turn to say something, Roberto.”

  He opened his mouth and closed it again without a word. He took off her hand from Sara’s chest and with tenderness, he caressed her cheek.

  “Now I’m the one who is afraid. This is a dream come true and I’m afraid of waking up.”

  “I won’t let you wake up from this dream.”

  She bent toward him and kissed him softly. However, Roberto wasn’t in the mood of delicacy. He felt overflowing of happiness and kissed her with passion. He left her go just in time for her to breath.

  “You’re gonna choke me” she laughed.

  “Tell me this isn’t a cruel joke or a dream from which I will wake up only to find myself again in the awful reality where you don’t want to know anything about me.”

  “That would never happen again, Roberto, I promise.”

  He kissed her again and made her lay back on the quilt, stroking her face, her shoulders and her chest. She encircled his neck and she shivered when she felt his hand on one of her naked thighs, climbing until it reached the jacket that served as a dress.

  “What’s this?” Roberto asked suddenly while his eyes flew to her legs. His hand had touched a weird fabric and under the light of the candles he realized that it was a checked piece of clothing.

  “Oh, that” Sara smiled in a luring way and, slowly, she unbuttoned her jacket, showing a tight white T-shirt and a checked skirt. “A little bird told me that schoolgirls arouse you.”

  Roberto leaned on his elbow to see her from a better angle.

  “Well, I said so when I was a schoolboy too. But seeing you with that tiny skirt—“

  “Then I’ve done it wrong, teacher?” she asked with the voice of a little and sorry girl.

  Roberto smiled just for a second and then looked at her seriously.

  “Completely wrong. I’ll have to teach you how a young lady should dress and for that, we should start by undressing you.”

  “And will you hit me with the stick, teacher?”

  “It depends. I won’t if you make friends with it.”

  Sara made Roberto lay back and got on all fours over him. She descended toward his inner thigh with a suggestive gaze.

  “Make friends with i
t?” she asked, caressing the penis through his trousers. “How can I do that?”

  “Whispering things in its ear.”

  She unfastened his trousers and lowered enough his boxers as to free his penis. Touching his testicles, she placed her tongue at the base of his member and glided it slowly to the top.

  “Like this?”

  “Maybe if you get it into your mouth it would hear you better.”

  Sara obeyed and introduced his erection between her lips, making a tight-fitting “O” around his hard and burning flesh. With her hand she accompanied the movement of her mouth up and down.

  “Like this?” she asked, searching the approval of his teacher, that didn’t miss a thing of what she was doing. She kept pumping his member, making it collide against her lips.

  “Yes, I think you two are going to get on very well.”

  She continued hardening the penis with her tongue and lips until she searched in the picnic basket a condom and she put it to him with her mouth.

  “Teacher, may I introduce my pet to you? It’s a loving bunny.”

  “Introduce me whoever you want.”

  Sara sat on him and managed the beating penis to enter her on the first try. He closed his eyes and exhaled sharply all the air from his lungs. Sara rose slowly until she felt his tip rubbing her entrance and then she fell again. She repeated the movement several times.

  “You’re a bad girl.”

  She laughed and started to ride Roberto. He took his hands to her bottom, introducing his fingers under her skirt.

  “Oh, little Sara, once again you’re not wearing panties. Teaching you manners it’s going to take a lot of time and effort.”

  He turned her and put her under his body. He leaned her legs on his shoulders and when he charged, the penetration was deep and intense. In her face appeared a grimace that reappeared with each onslaught.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Don’t stop, Roberto. Don’t you ever stop.”