Sweltering heat of Cartagena did not slow them down. They had only few more hours together. She met him while touring, he was alone then. But tomorrow his brother joins him. In a non-serious manner, he told a serious thing. He cannot tell about her to his brother. This would be a secret. A secret hidden in the dusty, wayward streets of Cartagena. And when they stopped making this love intoxicated with cocaine and alcohol, they would part their ways. That was the deal.
Passion spreading across fault lines of body, they became closer.
Done. Bathed in sweat and ecstasy, he fell on to her. That sweet smell of stench and French perfume, now will not leave him. Or may be it will.
And when everything was to fall into place, she got up. Back at home, her boyfriend would be waiting for her. She quickly put on the clothes gutting down the guilt inside her throat. Trying hard to hide this tryst with a fellow backpacker, or may be more, she didn't now, into some abyss of her memory.
And they parted.
Next morning, she saw him with his brother. They were walking across the street. The dark shades of her glass was not enough to hide the yearning in her eyes to be in his arms. Guilt was buried way deep in her memory. But he did not see her. Or rather, he pretended she was not there. They crossed the cafe she and her friend was sitting.
"Do you want to see him?" Her friend asked seeing the anguish and desperation.
"Yes" She knew it at once.
Passion spreading across fault lines of body, they became closer.
Done. Bathed in sweat and ecstasy, he fell on to her. That sweet smell of stench and French perfume, now will not leave him. Or may be it will.
And when everything was to fall into place, she got up. Back at home, her boyfriend would be waiting for her. She quickly put on the clothes gutting down the guilt inside her throat. Trying hard to hide this tryst with a fellow backpacker, or may be more, she didn't now, into some abyss of her memory.
And they parted.
Next morning, she saw him with his brother. They were walking across the street. The dark shades of her glass was not enough to hide the yearning in her eyes to be in his arms. Guilt was buried way deep in her memory. But he did not see her. Or rather, he pretended she was not there. They crossed the cafe she and her friend was sitting.
"Do you want to see him?" Her friend asked seeing the anguish and desperation.
"Yes" She knew it at once.
