Around two hours had passed since the best concert of my life had ended. I had gotten the chance to talk to almost every one of the guys from SWS and ADTR, and the goofy smile plastered on my face was really hard to contain.
Mike, standing beside me, didn’t seem to mind at all. His own smile was stretching his lips every time he looked down at me, and I couldn’t help but blush when he did. It was amazing how we’d been together for almost four months, and he could still make me feel like a fourteen year old out on her first date.
He said we were going out together, but where? I never usually did much on my birthdays, considering it marked the anniversary of a very disturbing event, but tonight I felt great. Kevin had barely crossed my mind, and all I could think of was Mike.
As I felt his fingers lace with mine, electric shocks seemed to pass through his skin to my own, crawling up my arm and accelerating my heart. Really, this man had an effect on me.
My dear, tattoed, sexy as hell and gorgeous boyfriend tugged at my hand impatiently. “Can we go now?” He asked, desperate to leave.
I rolled my eyes at him, something he’s quite accustomed to do to me. “Geez Mike, what’s the rush?”
His lip tugs at the edge a little, creating a small wrinkle that cups around the ending of his beautiful mouth. “I have something special planned out for tonight.”
An uneasy feeling crawls up my stomach, reminding me of similar words spoken to me this exact same day, some years ago, by another man.
“Kevin, I don’t really want to go out tonight. I just want to—“
A mask of annoyance washes across his face. “Samantha, I already have the whole night planned out.”
I wince a little bit. I hated when he did this, planning everything we did, everywhere we went. “But Kevin, I don’t like that club—you know that. People there always seem sketchy, and besides you didn’t invite any of my friends—“
He snorts a little, an amused and pitiful smile stretching his lips. “Friends? What friends? If it weren’t for me you’d only have Sophie, and she’s a whore.”
Anger boils at the pit of my stomach, and my hands ball up into fists. “Stop saying that. Just because she doesn’t like me dating you doesn’t give you the right to go and—“
Kevin waves a dismissive hand at me, irritation clear in his facial features. “Yeah, ok, sorry. Whatever. Can we go now? I want to have a few drinks with you and the guys, and then we can come back and maybe—“
I tense up, my eyes growing wide. What. Was. He. Talking. About.
Seriously? He was going to make a move on me tonight? I’d told him a thousand times that when I was ready I would tell him. The fact that he keeps bringing it up and pressuring me isn’t helping at all to his case.
I lifted my hand up to stop him. “Fuck Kevin, stop it okay? Let’s just go.”
I had thought that would be the end of it for that night, but little did I know that the anger and irritation in his eyes was more deep and dangerous than what I thought.
I’m brought back to the concert venue as Mike gently shakes my shoulders. His eyes search my face, and I’m sure I must look dumb. My gaze glassed over and lost in the memory, staring at nothing apparently. Little did he know.
“Sorry.” I whisper, forcing a smile to my face. “I got lost for a moment.”
Mike nods slowly at me, and gives me a hesitant smile. “Well, the guys and girls are all going to this bar and then heading back to the buses for a party, but I really wanted to spend the rest of the day together. It’s your birthday…….and I kinda already prepped something up.”
I narrow my eyes at him as he pulls me down the hall, towards the exit of the venue. “You sneaky bastard. What did you do?”
He laughs at my fake anger, and reaches down to plant a kiss on my cheeks. “Too bad, you already agreed to come with me. You’ll just have to wait and find out.”
“Aw goddammit. Fine, you win. Let’s go.”
Mike drags me the rest of the way out of the building and out the back door. The cool air cuts through my thin clothing, and my skin immediately breaks out into goose bumps. Mike laughs at my startled squealed and urges me on. We run down the back parking lot, pass all the touring buses, the cargo trucks, and finally a long row of cars. A few fans seem to be hanging out on the other side of the parking lot fence, and when they spot us immediately go ballistic.
“MIKE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH”
“WHISKEY HANDS MARRY ME PLEASE.”
“OMG IS THAT SAM?! GOD THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER.”
“SAM! OVER HERE! I LOVE YOU!”
I stop dead at the last one. What? They’re screaming at me?
“What the fuck?” I whisper under my breath. I tug Mike to a stop and he comes up beside me.
“Pretty amazing isn’t it?” He says over the sound of the screams of crazed fans in the background.
“B—but they’re saying my name. Why?”
Mike chuckles at my words, and kisses me behind my ear. “Because you’re my girlfriend dummy. That instantly makes you a public icon.”
Now that’s something hard to believe. “Wow. Holy shit. Jesus Mary and Joseph. Santa madre de Dios. A la mierda.” I curse in both languages, observing the faraway faces of the young teens who are frantically smiling and waving at us.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!”
Now that’s freaky. How did they even know?
“You wanna go say hi?” Mike asks, giving my hand a squeeze.
I shrug silently, and he starts walking forward, to the fence where the fans await on the other side. Their excited shrieks grow louder as we approach, the teens begging for marriage and autographs.
I’m fascinated as I watch Mike talk to crying girls and excited guys, the biggest smile I’ve ever seen him wear on his face. The love he has for his admirers is completely written all over his face, and that just makes my heart grow fonder of him.
A couple of these kids direct a few words to me, and at first I’m hesitant to talk back, but after an encouraging nod and kiss from Mike I go on. Some of them ask about my hair, others about my relationship with Mike. A couple of them even compliment my art. How or where they’ve seen it—I truly have no idea.
I try to answer most of the questions they direct at me, and am blinded a couple of times by their picture taking.
After a couple of minutes, Mike holds on to my hand once more and starts to say goodbye to the fans, who all scream out their goodbyes and exclaim their love.
Mike begins to pace quickly, sending one last wave over his shoulder to his fans. I try and catch up behind him, wrapping my free arm around my body to shield myself from the wind. The air is moist form the previous rain that fell during the concert, making the weather even chillier.
I wondered why Mike was in such a rush. Where were we going? I really hated surprises…..
We walk a couple of minutes in silence, past several cars, until we reach a faraway metal fence, where Mike quickly shrugs his jacket off and places his hands in a cupped shape, indicating me to place my foot in them.
I lift an eyebrow at him. “What exactly are you expecting me to do?”
Mike rolls his eyes at me, slightly exasperated. “You dummy. Get up, we’re climbing over the fence.”
Heh, yeah right. “No, I’m not.”
He straightens up, unlacing his hands. His arms cross over his chest, and his chin lifts up. “Why not?”
I throw my hands up in the air. “Maybe, just maybe because I’m wearing shorts, and my bare legs will probably be scraped by the barbed wire on the top of this goddamn fence!”
Mike scratches his skin, thoughtfully. “Okay, I have an idea.”
Before I even know what’s going on, Mike comes from behind me and plants his hands firmly on my waist. “What’re you—Ah!” He lifts me up in the air, bringing extremely close to the fence, and by instinct I grab on to it, lacing my fingers around the thin wires that form a crisscrossing pattern.
I feel his hands leaving my waist, and I call out. “Mike don’t let go you idi—“ but before I can even finish, his palms come under my behind, lifting my body even higher against the fence. I readjust my hands and grab on to the fence higher, as my body goes up.
“I’m letting you go.” He says, and without even thinking I dig in the tips of my heels in the fence wholes, completely holding up my own body.
Mike gives my ass a squeeze, and lets me go, leaving me hanging by myself on the fence, holding on for dear life.
“You little fucke—“ I start muttering angrily under my breath, but he shushes me.
“Ah ah ah! You’re a lady Samantha. Language.” He gives me a disapproving head shake, and I roll my eyes at him. “Now use those pretty legs of yours and push yourself over this fence.”
Geez, he was so annoying sometimes. But how could I lie to myself? I loved it. I loved everything about him.
Struggling really hard to not slip from the wire, I start to slowly climb up. Mike left me pretty high up on the fence, so it’s not long before I reach the top. I slip my right leg to the other side, careful not to touch the barbed wire that’s threatening to dig into my skin at any moment. I dig my heel into the fence from the other side, and flip my left leg over right after.
I stop dead in my tracks when I feel the fence rattle, indicating Mike climbing over himself. As he slips over to the other side in a few, fluid movements, his lips catch my cheek in a quick kiss. I stick my tongue out to him, and he chuckles to himself as he jumps down to the bottom, his jacket strewn over his shoulder.
“Okay, let go. I’ve got you.” He calls up from under me, his arms stretched out, ‘ready’ to catch me.
“Uh-uh. Nope. I don’t believe you, you skinny bastard. There’s no way you could catch me. I’m coming down myself—FUCK!” And as the extreme klutz I am, my foot had to slip on the damp metal of the fence, sending me hurling down to Mike’s arms in a clumsy fall.
My back slams into his chest, and the sudden impact of my falls sends him down to the floor, his back hitting the cold, hard pavement. I hear him puff out a strangled breath as my body comes slamming down on him, suffocating.
I quickly scramble off of him, and get on my knees beside him, cupping his face with my hands.
“Shit Mike I’m sorry! Are you okay?” I ask frantically, as he wheezes to try and get some air into his lungs.
What I think is him struggling with breathing is actually choked laughter. Mike is laughing at me. I sit up straight and cross my arms over my chest.
“What’s so funny?!” I demand, not amused at all.
Mike’s hand is resting over his chest, his palm extended against his body. I don’t know why, but this pose makes him seem extremely attractive, and it takes all of my willpower to not jump on him right in this moment, and kiss the shit out of him.
His laughs echo into the night, and I look around myself, looking for someone who might be watching the scene. We’re crouching down on a worn down sidewalk that faces a long avenue. Across the street is a small diner, where a couple of people are looking through the windows at us, but don’t seem interested enough for me to become concerned.
The goofy smile plastered on his face is frustrating me, and I sit down on the hard cement beside him, waiting for him to calm down. I cross my legs underneath me and put out my lower lip, showing my annoyance.
As Mike eventually starts to calm down, he breathes out between his laughter, “You’re such a fucking klutz, it’s unbelievable.”
I smack my hand down on his chest, and bring my face close to him, the tip of my nose touching his. “I warned you. I didn’t want to climb over the goddamn fence!”
Before I can even react, Mike purses his lips and gives me a quick peck on the mouth, completely washing away the irritation from my features.
“Come on you little midget, let’s get going.”
Mike pushes me gently to the side, grabbing ahold of my hand and lifting me up as he does so himself. I straighten out my now-messy hair, and puff a breath out as he calls a cab over to pick us up.
“Will you tell me where we’re going now?” I ask, as I start climbing into the back seat, Mike holding the door open for me.
“You’re funny.” Is all he says back, so I take that as a no. When Mike shuts the door after he climbs in, he leans forward to whisper something in the driver’s ear. The middle-aged man gives him a thumbs-up and starts moving the cab.
I sit in silence, looking out the window, when a sudden thought comes back at me.
“Wait, Mike. We didn’t tell anyone we were leaving! I have to call Sophie.” I say, as I dig out my phone from my back pocket, but as my finger comes down on the unlocking bar, Mike snatches it away from me.
“You stress out too much. They all know where we’re going, don’t worry.”
My mouth hangs open, my lips forming a round “o”. “Wait a second, Sophie knows what you planned out?”
Mike smiles, nodding proudly. “And Tony, and Vic, and Jaime, and Jess, and Lena, and Casey, probably even the rest of the guys from the bands. I wasn’t that quiet about it to be honest.”
“Those fuckers.” I whisper to myself, referring more to the girls, especially Sophie. They knew about this all along and they didn’t even bother to warn me about it! For all I know, Mike could be taking me to an abandoned cottage in the middle of nowhere to murder me and eat my brains like a crazed zombie.
My man’s chuckles echo around the small cab, and he wraps an arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer. “Damn, I love you.”
I tense up slightly from underneath his arm, and I’m pretty sure he notices, but he doesn’t show it. He goes indifferently on, looking out the window and occasionally planting a kiss on my temple, his stubble caressing my skin.
I try to shake my mind off of his words. He’d said them before, the night before he left, but I hadn’t really believed it. But now he was saying it again, as if it were nothing, as if it were a known fact to the world. I don’t know if it made me happy, of if it scared the living crap out of me.
As a pathetic way to ease the tension that I felt growing in the silence, I ask, “How did the fans know it was my birthday today?”
Mike doesn’t answer back; he simply digs out his phone from his jeans pocket and opens up his Instagram app. Popping up his profile, he clicks on the latest photo he’s uploaded. He hands the phone over to me, and I hold on to it with both hands as I regard the bright screen that illuminates the back seat of the taxi.
It’s a picture of me—well, of us. We’re at a party—Lena’s party a couple of months back. Mike’s clearly drunk in the picture, because his smile is way bigger and wider than it is normally. I’m standing beside him, looking up at him with an eyebrow cocked and an amused expression clear on my face. My dark eyes really pop out in the picture, and my red lips look full and beautifully shaped. It’s probably just the filter, but I actually feel like I look pretty in the picture, despite my expression.
Mike’s arm is wrapped around my shoulders, his hand holding a red plastic cup. He’s wearing a snapback, and he looks absolutely gorgeous and cute. It’s clear how small I am in the picture, even though I was wearing heels that night. The top of my head barely reaches the space between his nostrils and eyes.
The caption reads: “Everyone! Go wish the most beautiful and funny girl in the world @SamMtz a happy birthday! PS: She’s not that cool actually, she’s pretty lame. That’s why she’s dating me, clearly.”
Oh, so that’s why then. The picture has more likes than I can even register in my mind, and I start scrolling down and reading the comments. Most of them are somewhat similar to: MIKE WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME BBY. Or things like: OTP, OMG SO CUTE, YOU TWO ARE PERF. There are even a lot of hate comments: I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS. NO BBY YOU’RE MINE. NONONONONONO.
Surprisingly, the hate comments don’t affect me at all, which is pretty grand since my self-esteem is pretty fucking terrible. I know how Mike feels about me, and the comments of a few jealous fans won’t affect me.
The nice ones though…………..I’m getting a pretty big kick out of reading them.
I hand Mike’s phone back to him a while after, and dig out my own. I log into my Instagram, and instantly see that I have easily around 2000 new followers. Wow. I barely had 100 before I stared dating Mike.
I sigh, and lock my phone. I lean my head into Mike’s shoulder and nuzzle his neck with my nose, semi-crawling into his lap.
“Is it a long way to where we’re going?” I ask, my voice low and sleepy.
He kisses the top of my head, his hand coming down to caress my cheek. “Like, half an hour or forty-five minutes.”
I yawn, my eyes heavy. “Shit, this cab’s gonna be expensive.” Is what comes out of my mouth. Nice.
I feel his chest vibrating under my body, his breath puffing out and ruffling my hair. “You’re special, you know that?” I nod silently, and yawn again. “Get some sleep, I’ll wake you when we get there.”
And with Mike’s last words lulling me to sleep, I close my eyes and do as he says: I drift away.




“Hey, rainbow unicorn. We’re here.” Someone’s strong, callused hands shake me awake, and I slowly open my eyes. I yawn heavily, and take in my surroundings. I’m sitting in the backseat of a cab, and Mike’s leaning forward to pay the driver. I blink a couple of times to adjust my eyesight, and groggily follow Mike as he pulls me out of the taxi.
As it drives away, I observe the sight around me.
“Where the hell are we?” I whisper, my voice heavy with sleep.
Mike takes my hand, and starts leading me towards a large dirt path that goes up a hill, dissolving into the forest trees that surround the way. Maybe the skinny jerk did bring me up here to kill me and eat my brains. Maybe.
“Come on! We have to climb. It’s getting darker by the minute.”
I groan loudly, but follow beside him as I struggle in my heels to walk up the slippery dirt track. It´s pretty steep, so soon enough I grow tired.
“I fucking hate you Michael.” I groan as my feet protest in pain, but he only replies with laughter and more tugging at my hand.
After about fifteen minutes of climbing, he says, “It’s just around this curb; we’ll be there in no time.”
Well thank God, my toes are killing me. I’m pretty sure when I take my heels off they’ll pop out with guns and shoot at my face for torturing them this way.
As we round the curve Mike mentioned, I’m confused at first. We’ve reached the top of the hill, where the woods open up into a big clearing. Standing in the middle of that open space, is an alone pick-up truck. It appears to be abandoned, but Mike only grows more excited as we spot it.
Reluctant, I followed him, and it wasn’t until I neared the truck and saw what was on the back that I stopped dead in my tracks and felt my breath catch.
Mike stopped when he sensed me rooted to the ground, and smiled timidly.
“You like it?” He asks, clearly nervous.
On the back of the truck is a large arrangement of pillows, cushions, blankets, and everything related to bedding comfort. It literally looks like heaven. From big fluffy pillows, to regular blankets, to hard cushions and thick bed comforters.
I can’t help it, I squeal like a little five year old who’s parents have told her they’re buying her a pony. In one swift movement, I free my feet from the torture my heels are provoking and break into a sprint. I jump into the air, extending my arms and flopping down on the feathery heavens of the truck/blanket/cloud/kingdom.
It’s perfect. “This is amazing.” I groan, my face buried into a pillow that smells surprisingly similar to Mike.
I hear his laughter echo through the night, and I feel the truck groan as he climbs up himself, plopping down beside me and resting his head on the pillow next to mine.
I turn my head sideways and smile at him. His eyes shine under the moonlight, and his perfect features become sharp and angular. His stubble looks darker, and his piercings emanate a small reflection of light that make him look even more gorgeous.
I sigh contently, and nuzzle my body close to his.
His arms come around me, and his chin rests on top of my head.
“Thank you. This is perfect.” I whisper, as I plant a tender kiss on the skin from his chest that shows under his low-cut shirt.
Mike takes a deep breath, and shifts around so he’s facing the sky. I do the same, and my breath stops when I look at the sight.
The sky is the deepest navy blue I have ever seen, almost resembling black. There are too many stars to even count, dancing in the dark blanket that is stretching above us a thousand miles away. I feel small compared to the universe around us, but right now in this moment, I really couldn’t care less. With Mike lying next to me, I could really die in this moment and truly say that I am happy with my life.
The moon shines with an almost unreal glow, reflecting a blanket of moonlight across both of our skins, turning them from tan to a purplish-silver color. I look over at the side, to see his sparkling eyes shining as he admires the view. I can honestly say that I had never seen something so beautiful in my life.
Mike Fuentes is beautiful, and he’s mine. I let that thought sink in, and I can feel my insides churning. This is real. I’m lying under the night sky, surrounded by the brightest stars I have ever seen, and by the shining moon, in the arms of the most handsome man in the world; a man who loves me, and did this all for me.
This is the best birthday I have ever had.
I lace my hand with his, and squeeze it tightly.
“Why did you do all of this?” I whisper, my gaze still up above me.
Now its Mike’s turn to face me. I can feel his eyes on me, but I keep my own on the sky. I feel Mike shrug behind me, taking in a deep breath.
“I’m not really sure. When I was thinking about things to do for your birthday….this just popped into my mind, so I did it.” He brings our laced hands up to his mouth, and he kisses every one of my fingers, my palm, and the back of my hand, sending shivers up my arm and into my core.
I close my eyes and let the feeling of his lips on my skin engulf me. His breath is hot against my hand, and his stubble scrapes my fingers in a way that is not painful—but ticklish and tender.
“How did you find this place?” I ask, still keeping my eyes open.
“Actually, it’s a funny story.” Mike starts, using his free hand to scratch his chin in a nervous manner. “There was this one time, about a year ago when this cousin got married, and Vic and I both got beyond wasted. Jaime was the DD that night, but he seemed to be getting a real kick out of our drunken state, so he and Tony shoved us in this car and they drove apparently forever.” He lets out a nervous chuckle, amused at the memory. “We ended up parking around these woods, and they blindfolded us, then let us go into the woods. Vic and I were so wasted we didn’t even mind that they were messing the fuck from us. So, I got lost, and I eventually came to discover this little clearing. I lay in the grass for what seemed like hours, had a cigarette or two, and just looked at the stars.”
I was listening to his voice in silent admiration, smiling to myself at his story. I loved when he did this, when he opened up to me. I feel his gaze on me, and I look over. His eyes are shy, and his smile is nervous. I squeeze his hand to urge him to go on, and he does.
“I know it seems kinda cheesy, but I just felt at peace. Eventually, Tony and Jaime came looking for us and found me lying in the grass staring at the sky without apparent reason. The next day I didn’t really remember much, except that time I spent here looking at the stars, and I knew I wanted to come back.”
“With all the touring and travelling we’ve been doing, I hadn’t gotten the chance, and when Sophie told me today was going to be your birthday, this place immediately popped into my mind. I had to bring you here, with me.”
His words made my insides go warm, and I propped myself on my elbows to look down at him. I placed a hand on his cheek, and pressed my lips against him tenderly.
He kissed me back gently, his free hand coming up and tangling in my hair. I feel his teeth gently nibble my lower lip, and I smile into the kiss, bringing out the same reaction from him.
“I have to tell you something.” He whispers against my lips. He plants a kiss on the tip of my nose, on both of my cheeks, and a last one on my lips.
“Tell me.” I whisper back, drawing away a little to look him in the eyes.
His expression becomes nervous, and somewhat embarrassed. “Actually I have to talk to you about something.”
A knot forms in my stomach, but I quickly dismiss it. Typical of me to expect the worse in every situation. I force a smile to my face. “What about?”
My free hand comes down from his face down to his chest, tracing small circles over his thin shirt with my fingernails, as his voice breaks the short silence that hangs in the air momentarily. “Um…..about what I told you that night in your room before I left for the tour, and then again in the cab a while ago.”
On some sense, the knot in my stomach loosens, but on the other hand, it remains. He was talking about the I love you thing.
“Okay……” I whisper, unsure of what to answer. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, but I kept on with my circular motions while tracing Mike’s chest with my fingernails.
Mike lets out a deep breath, and goes on. “I just don’t want you to think I say that to any girl. I mean—I can’t even remember the last time I said it to someone, and if I did I don’t think I really knew what it meant to feel this way. It’s just that, every time I look at you I just feel better, and I know I sound so fucking cheesy and stupid but you have to understand, this is all new to me and I just don’t really know what to do about it or how to act or what to say.”
“And now I’m starting to ramble on, but I guess the point of this whole bible I’m reciting is that I meant what I said.” He props himself up on his elbows, coming to eye level with me. His gaze holds mine, steady and strong. “I’ve never felt the way I feel about you with anyone Samantha. You make me feel like I never have, and to be honest it fucking scares me. I’m not used to caring this much about someone, in such a short time. I just want you to know, I didn’t say that just to ‘get in your pants’ or something, I really did mean it. I did. I do.”
He lifts both his hands up, and cups my face caressing my cheeks with his tattooed fingers. “I love you Samantha Martinez, with all my heart, no matter how fucked up it is; if there’s one thing I’m certain of in this life it’s this. Us. You and me.”
The state of breathlessness he leaves me in is frightening. His words, his eyes, his lips, his voice, his love reflecting with every caress, every look, every breath; it’s too much. I come to the realization that I’m not afraid to be with him anymore. I’m not afraid of opening up, and I’m not afraid to give myself to someone, because I know that Mike is here, and he is mine, and that while I’m looking at him I know that what he’s saying is true; I know he feels the same way I do about him.
He loves me, and I love him back. I really do.
I smile at my gorgeous boyfriend, and place a tender kiss against his full, soft mouth. “Well, I’ve got news for you big guy.” I whisper, lacing my fingers around his neck and closing my eyes to his nearness, letting it consume me.
“I’m in love with you too.”
Mike lets out a shaky breath, and his own lips spread into the biggest and goofiest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. “Good.” He says right before his lips come crashing down on mine, laying me back down on the soft pillows and cushions underneath me.
We kiss for what seems like forever, our lips hot on each other, our tongues doing a tango, our hearts beating against each others. My skin burned everywhere his hands where, my face, my neck, my waist, my legs. He was leaning on his elbows, careful not to put down his complete weight on top of me.
I reach a hand up from the softness underneath me, and in one fluid move remove his snapback. He protests gently, but immediately stops when I place my hands behind his head, drawing him closer to me deepening our kiss to a deeper level.
He lets out a grunt of surprise from deep in his throat, and my toes curl at the sound.
I want him. I want Mike Fuentes. I want him to kiss me everywhere, I want kiss him everywhere. Every inch of him was perfection to my eyes. His lips, his eyes, his breath, his arms, his skinny legs, the beautiful art inked on his skin. I loved him; I was in love with him. I wanted to be his.
“Mike, make love to me.” I whisper against his lips, my voice breathless from our kissing.
I feel him tense on top of me, and his lips freeze against mine. He draws back, and regards me intently. “You don’t have to do this.”
I shake my head, fisting my hand on the material of his shirt. “I want to.”
Mike takes a deep breath, and swallows thickly. He caresses my face with the tips of his fingers, barely brushing them against my skin, and asks softly. “Are you sure?”
I nod steadily, looking at him dead in the eye. “Yes. I love you Michael Fuentes, and I want to do this. I want you. More than anything.”
Finally, he allows himself to smile. He closes his eyes, and leans his forehead against mine. “You’re perfect Sam.” And he once again crashes his lips against mine, with much more force and passion than before.
I can sense a desire, a longing in his kisses, in his hands as they run my body, in his own posture as his muscles bulge out from his arms. I kiss back with the same amount of feeling he is, and I don’t even hesitate to pull his shirt off from his torso.
He helps me, since I’m pretty inexperienced with these things, and he shrugs it off, tossing it aside with the rest of the blankets and pillows surrounding us.
Suddenly, Mike seems to realize we’re actually doing this. He stops the kiss and looks around. “Um, Sam, are you sure this is the right place? I mean, I know girls are pretty sensitive about…..their first time. And well this isn’t exactly a five star hotel I mean—I could always plan out something nicer, it doesn’t have to be here. I just want you to be comfortable and—“
I press my palm against his mouth, silencing him. “Will you just stop? I don’t fucking need the luxury of a five star hotel, I don’t need the commodity of a kind sized bed, I don’t need candles and roses and chocolates; I just need you. Here, under the starts, alone. I want this here, right now, and I’m completely sure about it.”
I try to make my voice come out steady and strong, and am rewarded when I see some of the doubt leaving his eyes. He nods silently, and I pull him down to me once more.
His hesitation to move forward is less prolonged this time. His lips move down to my neck, nibbling, sucking, and occasionally biting. I let out deep sighs, relishing the feeling of his lips on me. I’m pretty embarrassed about the noises coming out of my mouth, but I can’t seem to told them in.
His hands move up my sides, and to the zipper of my top. He breaks away from my lips, and looks at me for approval. I bite my lip and nod at him, enjoying the joyful spark I see awaken in his eyes as he slowly brings the zipper down. I shrug my top off, and close my eyes when I notice Mike is just staring at me. I bring my hands up to cover my face, my ears growing hot.
“You’re beautiful.” I hear him breathe from over me. I feel him shift, followed by the hot feeling of his lips on my stomach, needy and passionate.
I’m startled by my reaction. Goose bumps rise all over my arms and stomach, sending shivers down my spine. Mike chuckles at this, and mumbles something about me being silly.
Me? Well I’m too consumed by the feeling of Mike’s kisses on my body to even notice this. I tangle my hands in his air, closing my eyes and just enjoying the moment.
I really don’t care about Kevin at this moment. All that matters is Mike and I. We’re in love, and we’re crazy for each other. We’re alone, and we’re about to become as close as two people can be. I was ready for this.
Mike’s hands reach down to my belt buckle, and I don’t stop him as he undoes it. Afterwards care my shorts button and zipper, which he slowly draws down.
“Help me out.” He chuckles, indicating my clothing piece. I roll my eyes off him and push him off of me. He hasn’t been off of me for more than a couple of seconds, and I’m already missing the feeling of his skin against mine.
I shrug my shorts off completely, leaving me completely in my bra and underwear. For once in my life, I’m not self conscious about this. I feel comfortable, I feel like this is the way things should me.
Mike is watching me closely, a mischievous glint in his gaze. I raise my eyebrows at him, in a ´what are you waiting for? gesture. He shakes his head, grinning widely, and quickly repositions himself over me. His hands grip my thighs, and he slowly starts sliding them down all the way to my ankles.
He starts planting kisses from my knees up to my upper thighs, his hands trailing close behind in a soft, sweet gesture.
I’m completely unaware about my scars, and when his lips reach one of them, I freeze. Panic seizes me as he stops dead in his tracks. I open my eyes to look at his pale face in a frozen mask, unmoving. His fingers linger over my scarred skin, and I press the palms of my hands against my eyes, groaning loudly.
“Why?” He whispers, almost too quietly for me to hear.
I shake my head, silent.
He tries prying away my hands from my face, but I refuse to uncover my eyes.
“Sam, talk to me please.”
I take a few breaths, and eventually manage to look him in the eyes. The look he’s giving me is not judgmental or angry—it’s sad.
His fingers have unfrozen, and start tracing the bulging horizontal lines that criss-cross on the skin of my upper thighs and hipbones.
The feeling kind of tickles, but I say nothing. I look into the sky, avoiding his gaze.
“It was a long time ago.” I whisper, forcing my voice into a steady tone.
Out of the corner of my eye vision, I can see him nod. “How long ago?”
“Around two or three years.”
“How long did you keep doing it?”
“Around two years.”
Silence.
“Because of Kevin?”
A silent nod from me.
A sad sight from him.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispers.
Before I can even respond, his lips come down on my legs once more, but instead of passionate and hungry, they’re gentle and careful. He kisses each one of my scars, one by one.
Call it cliché, but the lyrics of A Match Into Water resonate in my ears:
“I kissed the scars on her skin, I still think you’re beautiful and I don’t ever want to lose my best friend.”
Hot tears start flowing from the corners of my eyes, but they’re not sad tears. Surprisingly, they’re happy tears.
Mike notices this, and his hands come up to my face.
“Babe, why are you crying?” He asks, worry in his eyes.
It suddenly comes to mind, that who would know that Mike fucking Fuentes had this gentle, adoring side of him? Most people saw the tattoos on his arms, or the tough exterior of his image, and immediately marked him out as bad news, but I’m starting to realize that few people really get the privilege to see the beautiful creature he is on the inside.
This beautiful man who loves me.
“I love you Mike.” I whisper, and smile as he says it back once more.
So with the starts spreading like a veil over our heads, the moon shining against our skin, the sounds of the woods the soundtrack to our night, I lose myself once more in Mike Fuentes. In his kisses, his caresses, his body, his passion.
The heat emanating from his body, the desire cursing through his veins, the electric shocks that come with every touch of his, is what drives me to keep going on.
Like a couple of explorers discovering a new land, we seek each other’s bodies, eager to learn every inch of each other, exited to get more, feel more.
Driven by the crazy passion that lies between out heating bodies, we lose ourselves in each other, and I let myself go, and make love with Mike Fuentes in the cold night, in the middle of nowhere, in a kingdom of blankets and pillows.
And I realize, contently, that I wouldn’t really have it any other way.

Notes

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