Kamila // Munich // 18 May 2013 “Rico! I didn’t think you’d come,” I exclaim in surprise as I actually see him standing in front of the door to my suite. It’s already after 11 p.m. at night and he hadn’t responded to my message. Of course, I couldn’t leave the door open. But now he is suddenly here and my heart is beating much faster than when we make an appointment in advance. I may hate surprises, but this one’s okay. I could have more. “Sorry, I slept after the game,” he says and smiles apologetically. “Never mind, you’re here now.” I’m really not angry at all, but even if I were, it would fly away by now. His smile immediately gives me soft knees and this terrible tingling in my stomach and heart. Everywhere, actually. “Did you see the game?” he asks as he walks in. I notice that he limps a little, and he looks tired and exhausted. “Yeah, but I didn’t see you getting injured at all?” “Oh, I’ve had a knee problem for quite some time,” he waves. “Those are just the downsides of a sports career. Long story.” “Okay.” I approach him and put my hands on his neck. A very delicate note of his scent drifts over to me and I pass out internally, must seriously pull myself together not to sigh loudly because the scent is so unbearably wonderful. I can feel his hands at my waist and his legs and his pelvis as he pulls me slightly and kisses me on my smiling lips. It’s just a soft welcoming kiss, but even that makes me immediately forget everything around me. I can’t stop smiling, even when we separate from each other again. “I’d say I’m sorry for you losing the game, but I don’t think you want to hear that right now,” I ask. “No,” he shakes his head. “I’m glad that I don’t have to think about it anymore. Everybody’s in such a good mood at my place, it’s disgusting. I just had to get out of there.” I look at him and everything inside me celebrates. I’ve never felt anything like it. That was the most beautiful and best and goose-pimple-making compliment he could have given me. I know for myself that I am pretty and thin and talented. For the rest, there are credit cards. But Rico leaving home at 11:00 at night to come to me, it’s un-fucking-believable. I’ll kiss him again and again. Then I feel for his hand and my fingers slide automatically between his. “Come, we’ll have a room service and then we’ll play a cool game,” I decide and lead him into the living room of the suite, that is already so familiar as if it were our own living room. I hear Rico laughing quietly. “Well, I didn’t mean a game like that,” I improve immediately and feel my cheeks getting hot and blushing. “I mean a real game. Well, not Monopoly…