She walked by the streets.. fastly.. it just seemed she was escaping from someone.. in fact, that was the idea. But not because she had a person behind,  the objective was... escaping from her life.. running away from her dark past.. The fights with the mother, the insults coming from the father, the deception of a family that seemed so perfect… to much things flying inside her head…

 

Those streets were new..  She felt lost.. The tears falling from her eyes couldn't let her see her road clearly.. It didn't matter at all.. she had no place to go anyway.

 

Her knees were weak.. Her breath was slow and the desires of walking were dying slowly…She didn't even have to make an effort to stop…She felt down suddenly..

 

The intentions of standing up were useless.. she just stood there in the sidewalk.. crying loudly.. with the legs hurt, with the heart broken…

 

It was just until a strong hand touched her shoulder…She didn't pay attention to it…nothing or no one could help her right now….

 

"What is the problem, miss?" The masculine voice asked.

"Nothing" She hadn't even turned around to look at his face.

"Let me help you to stand up" He insisted.

"Go away.. I don't need your pitty, Sir" Her voice was angry and painful at the same time.

"There must be something I can do for you"

"No. no one can, leave me alone"

"Come on.. let me help you…" His tone was soft and caring.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!" She screamed and stood up by herself.. looking at him and finally discovering the face of the person that was offering help..

 

She was about to run or probably before that she would insult him or tell him that what happens to her was not his business.. but she just stood up there.. quiet.. looking at him at the eyes.. at those beautiful baby blue eyes…eyes that showed tender.. sincerity…

He stared at her beautiful face.. and could realize how much was the girl suffering.. it was written in her glance..

 

He extended his hand to her slowly..

"My name is Fabio.. and yours?"

 

No motion came from her.... she didn't even know if it was okay to shake hands with someone she had never seen in her life…But he had something, something that made her feel that she could trust him..

 

"My name is Christina, is a pleasure" She replied in a soft voice, placing her hand on his..

"The pleasure is mine.." He replied smiling.. "So..there's something I may do for you..?"

"Not really, I'm allright thanks…I must go.."

"You don't seem allright" Fabio said. "In fact.. seems you were crying… a lot."

 

She shed her tears inmediatly.. and put her head down..

 

"Do you want to drink something?" He asked.

 

* * * * * * *

 

She was in the kitchen.. drinking a hot coffee cup.. Fabio´s house was big.. It looked comfortable.. . but also seemed he didn't share his place with anyone..

 

"So.. you live far from here, Christina?" He asked while he sat down next to her..

"Very far.. " It was all she said.

"Is ok.. you can rest for some hours here.. and then I'll take you home.. no problem"

"No.. " Christina replied firmly..

 

He stared at her wondering with that quick "No.."

 

"I don't wanna go back.. never" she whispered.

"Why not?..?"

"Because I simply don't want to"

"You had problems with your family or something?"

"Big problems.. which will never be solved.. so from now on I'll have to look for any place to live.." She stood up and walked to the door of the kitchen.. "Thanks for everything...but I got to go…"

"Wait, wait.. hold on a second.. If you have no place.. " He hold her hand nicely.. "You can stay here.."

 

She smiled, she had the chance to have a place to live now.. it was better than living under a bridge.. but she just couldn't accept..

 

"Don't bother.. I can't do this to you.. goodbye"

"Noo! Wait" he insisted once again.. "There's no inconvenient… you can stay…"

"Please.. I don't even know you, you don't know me.. you can't spend money on me… and have me here just because you feel pitty …"

"Is not pitty.. " He replied. "Street is dangerous, you know... you can remain here.. you'll be safe..."

 

She just couldn't answer, couldn't believe he was proposing that. . . How could he be so nice and gentle with an stranger… ? No one had never been so nice with her.. as he was being… and they had just met. .

 

 "And tell me. . .Which is your job?.." He asked.

She went into a big shocked.. She didn't expect that question so fast..

"Ermm.. well.. I don't have one.."

"What?.."

"Is ok, Fabio.. you don't have to live here with me.. I don't even have a job, I won't help you to pay anything.. and you don't have to feed me.. so.. I'm gone.. really, I'm leaving.. I'll see what I do with my life.."

 

Christina turned around immediately decided to abandon the house…

"You lost your job?" He asked again stopping her.

"Kinda" She replied.. "But doesn't matter anymore.."

"You can stay here anyway.. I'm going to help you.. we'll look for a job that you can do"

 

She didn't even reply again… just could stop asking herself why the hell a man she didn't even know was worrying so much about her.. it really had no sense…

 

"Which was your last job?.. In which things you are good…?"

"I don't want to talk about that.. I'll search for one by myself.. "

"Are you sure?.."

"Yes.. don't worry too much about me.." This time she sounded a little annoyed.

"So you'll stay here anyway… ?"

 

Christina had no other option.. this man was offering her everything.. where would she go if she crossed the door.. ?.. There was nobody waiting for her there outside..

There was no other place to go…

 

"Yes" It was all she could answer…

She stared at him feeling desires to cry again and hug Fabio… there was no way to thank him all he was doing for her in that moment…

 

* * * *

Fabio was a journalist.. he used to work in the newspaper writing articles about politic, which could be read in Sundays.. he liked the anonymity, he liked to enjoy his life in a tranquil way, is why he never worked in television .. … he loved that of expressing himself to the people, but never as a public face…He had a great way to analyze everything, an excellent form of writing…ordered and retailer.

 

Christina had got a new job, not as good as Fabio's.. but at least it was something, at least it was not compared with the one she used to have..

Now she was waitress in a descent bar… she didn't gain so much money.. but she felt she was doing something good.. nothing that could make her feel ashamed..

Although, the idea of returning home, never crossed through her mind again.

 

Two months passed since she left it all.. Fabio and her had a tranquil life.. They weren't so sure if they were lovers, friends or just "house mates" but there was an strong feeling growing between.. a thing they just couldn't hide it…

The sweet looks, The tender hugs.. the jokes at the dinner..The kisses in the corridor and the passionate nights … were things that made their relationship special. . but they still haven't got that title of  'official couple'  . . Christina wasn't still sure If she saw Fabio as the man of her life… Of course, that would change as long as time passed by. . .

 

One Saturday morning…Christina had woken up very early, she opened the window and sat in her bed to write.. she was very concentrated… that she didn't notice those masculine hands hugging her from behind…after that she receive an slow kiss in her neck.. which made her smile..

 

"I was thinking you should move to my room, honey.." Fabio whispered.

"Why?" she replied laughing a bit..

"I'd love sharing mine with you…"

"Could be a good idea.."

"Could be?" He bite her nick softly and made her escape a laugher… " I want you sleeping in my bed from now on.."

She turned around and kissed his mouth deeply…then she paused for a moment, caressed his hair and said: "You want me to sleep next to you or with you"

He smiled and between kisses he answered: "You I know I want both things"

 

They both laugh hugged each other..  Fabio noticed the notebook she had left in the bed.. he couldn't see what was written there but also couldn't help to ask..

 

"So what were you doing?" He said

"I was writing a letter"

"A letter for?"

"For someone.. that lived in my old town.. Is the only person that knows where I am at the moment.."

"Are you sure he.. or she… won't tell it to anyone?.."

"Completely…and is HE… he is like the brother I always wanted to have.. you know, we know each other since we're kids."

"Nice.. maybe someday I can get to meet him.."

"Yes.. but only if he comes here.. "

 

Fabio looked at her with serious eyes.. he just though for a moment.. this situation was really worrying.. Christina really didn't have intentions to fix up things with her family.. it seemed she had pure intentions of forget them for the rest of her days and it was just not right… Anyway he couldn't obligate her to talk about her problems… every time he asked what had happened the day she left her house.. she evaded the topic of conversation… he was realizing that something terribly bad had occurred and he was so anxious to know what exactly it was.. He tried to find it out once again..

 

"Christina, haven't you though of seeing your family again…?"

"For what?" She answered and stood up from the bed.

"I mean.. you don't miss them..?"

"Not really.."

"You've been months disappeared for them.."

"Like they care about me.." Her voice was very sarcastic when she said this.

"Baby, you know you can trust me..what is the problem with them?" He hold her hands and kissed her forehead..

"I don't want to talk about it Fabio.. how many times I have to tell you the same….?"

"You never want to talk about it… !!!" He was not angry.. but all this mysterious was just irritating him.. she could notice his desperation of wanting to know what on earth was going on.

"If I don't want to tell it to you.. You better respect that.."

"And I do.. but… You are very important to me, we live together… we always talk about everything and I don't…. I don't want secrets between you and me.. "

"Is just an episode in my life that I just don't like to remember.. "

 

He could see the frustration in her eyes.. It's like she had a wound in her soul that will never be healed.

 

"Is ok.." It was all that Fabio said after being quiet for some seconds..

 

It was useless… she would never say it.. It was impossible.. but he knew they couldn't live hiding things for ever..

 

"I will take a shower" She kissed his cheek and entered in the bathroom.

 

 * * * * * *  *

Tree weeks passed and Christina's and Fabio relationship was everyday stronger…

He had accepted the visit of her friend… He wanted to know more about her past life… Christina never wanted to talk about her family and all the things she used to do before she knew him… but having a friend of her in the house would be really nice… specially if it was someone she trusted very much.

 

The day arrived and she opened the door to her beloved friend…

Too much time had passed by… He was the only person she wanted to see.. He was the only positive thing of all that she left in her town…

He couldn't help grinning when he saw her.. and she couldn't help to hug him rapidly.

 

"How are yooou?" Christina exclaimed.

"Fine…" His eyes were shinning happily of pure emotion. "And you?"

"I'm.. oh… oh well.. I'm fine aswell.. I could be worse… I missed you Sandro…"

"I did too.. It's been a long time.."

"Yes…" She laugh of gladness.. "Come in.."

"Sure.. " He entered into the house slowly…

"Is a pleasure to have you here…I'm so happy"

"Me too.. we have a lot to talk about"

 

Suddenly Fabio appeared in the corridor.. and saw Christina and Sandro with the suitcases…

 

"Hey.. Fabio.." Christina said.. "He is Sandro.. the friend that I talked you about"

"Nice to meet you.." Sandro said smiling.

"Nice to meet you too.. " Fabio replied shaking his hand in a very strong and friendly way.. "Welcome.. feel like at home.."

"Thanks.."

 

 

Sandro was very attractive.. he had a normal muscled body.. sexy enough to drive crazy any girl.. he had a seductive glance,  irresistible brown eyes …. a little of  bread on his face and a deep brown hair..

He had been Christina's friend for years.. he inspired confidence on Fabio…he felt that for the next days, they would get a long…

 

* * * * ** 

 

The night had come and it was cold and quiet the three of them were in the dining room drinking some coffee and chatting. Sandro was talking to them about his career as a doctor… Fabio was telling him about his career as a journalist .. Christina felt a little uncomfortable because she couldn't give any opinion about that, she had never had a profession like that.

 

"Well guys.. I would like to continue the conversation.." Fabio said.. "But I need job to do.. I haven't finish my editorial for this weekend and I still have a lot to write"

"Is ok baby" Christina said.. "No problem, go and finish it.. I can't wait to read it.."

"Yes no problem.." Sandro said.. "We'll stay here talking.."

"Have a good night" Fabio smiled.. and kissed Christina's cheek sweetly.. "I'll wait for you later.. hun.." he whispered in her ear.. "good night princess.."

"Good night.." She smiled..

 

Fabio went upstairs.. leaving the old best friends alone in the table.. There was silence in the place for some minutes…

 

"Want more coffee?" Christina asked.

"No, thank you" Sandro said.. "We need to clear up some things, Chris"..

"Erm… hehehe.. like what?.."

"You never told me you were living with someone, in your letters.."

"Oh well.. I though you would find it wrong.. but as you can see.. Fabio is very nice.. he has a big heart.."

"Yes.. I can notice it.." He smiled at her.. "Where did you meet him.. I though you didn't know anyone here in this city.."

"And I didn't.. Is a long story you know.. we can say Fabio saved my life… he picked me up from the streets.. without even knowing him.."

"That's weird.."

"It is… but I owe everything to him…"

"Why would a man invite you to live to his house without even knowing who you are…?"

"Well.. he had compassion.. he's one of the best persons I could ever meet.."

"You guys are having something right?"

 

Christina didn't know what to respond in that instant.. she didn't want her best friend to think she was in love with a man that she just knew for some months… She decided it was better if she didn't tell him nothing.. at least not yet…not in that moment..

 

"Ermm.. no, he is not my boyfriend if you think so.. Sandro.."

"He seems to like you …"

"Oh well.. haha.. I like him too.." Her laugher was sort of nervous..

"No, but I mean.. he seems to like you very much…"

"I don't get your point.."

"He has strong feelings for you. Is more than obvious, and... you got to be careful.. you just know him almost three months..and that is ..umm.. not too much time.."

"But you know he is not a dangerous man.."

"Of course he isn't… but living only with him a house… well you know he can have some intentions.."

"No.. Fabio is great person... I can assure you that…"

 

Sandro stared at her quiet, he could notice how much affection she had for that, it was like she couldn't even think that Fabio would someday make a mistake or hurt her.. She talked about him…like he was the perfect man..

"I believe you….."

 

 

* * * * * * * * *

Sleeping time came, they all went to rest… It had been a long day…

 

Fabio had his woman in his arms…with all the lights turned down…without seeing anything, he could only caress and taste her soft skin… passionate kisses didn't stop, moans of pain and pleasure were heard suddenly in the room…This was the best sensation Christina could ever feel in her life.. his hands were warm and ran slowly through each part of her body…She caressed his back with her long nails…Her breaths were quick and at times desperate…but this sensation was nice.. incredibly nice..

This was a different sex… this even had a different flavor, a different treatment, and above all…a good reason to do it.

She felt she touched the sky while she felt him inside of her.. she wanted more..and more.. the motion couldn't stop.. the sweat dripping all over their bodies made their arms and hands slide.. they looked at each other directly in the eyes, feeling more anxious, pleased.. wanted.

 

What they didn't know is that there someone being accomplice of their act of love…

Someone who was supposed to be sleeping.. They hadn't lock the door...but they never though their guest would spy them either..

Sandro woke up for a glass of water, he couldn't help to discover if Christina and Fabio were sharing the same room… and he wasn't wrong.

He felt a shiver all around his body while he watched Fabio making love to her friend… the man seemed so inspired, with every touch.. every kiss.. every close contact…

Fabio was treating Christina as a princess.. they were so damn concentrated in the pleasure.. and the scene started to turn him on… At the same time he felt a sudden rage seeing his friend enjoyed it damn much… screaming of what the other man was making her feel…He didn't want to stop watching it all…the motion of their bodies was so exciting, both were loving and there was nothing Sandro couldn't do.. he felt so horny.. he wished he was there living all that….

He decided it was better to leave them alone after he though he had seen enough...probably they could realize he was there and that could be a huge problem…

 

* * * * *

 

The sun of the morning was bright… Fabio went downstairs to some breakfast…His night had been very tiring but at the same magnificent…

He felt his mouth dry and urgently opened the door of the refrigerator for some water..

He noticed someone was in the dining room, which was near the kitchen… He went to see and it was Sandro.. who was eating a little sandwich tranquilly.

 

"Hey" Fabio said…. "You sleep well. ?"

"Yes thanks." Sandro replied with his typical friendly smile. "Not better than you but I think I slept well"

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing" Sandro laughed a bit… "Forget it… Sorry for taking some bread and cheese from your kitchen…but I was so hungry. . . and…"

"Don't worry… You can eat what you want.. feel at home, I told you…"

"Allright.. " It was all he said…

 

Fabio sat down next to him, there was silence in the place.. while he drank his cold glass of water He  watched Sandro while he ate the sandwich…The way he bit, the way his mouth move…the form of his lips…he didn't know why he was watching all that, but he liked to look at the simplicity of his face, he was handsome.. every man would like to be like him…a charming look, a natural beauty…such a masculine and desirable air he produced.

Sandro realized he was being watched deeply by the those killer eyes of Fabio…he couldn't help to smirk a little... for any strange reason he felt so good about that.