She sat down on the purple carpet in the small living room, looking at the fire. It had been a week since she first saw it burn... but she never got tired or bored of watching its playful flames burning...
- Care for a glass of wine, honey? he asked with a soft voice, from right behind her.
- No... she answered, stretching her body like a cat. I think I’d better have some coke. Could you please bring me some from the fridge?
- Sure...
She felt like lying there all night... with his warm body next to her... forgetting all the worries in the world. For once, it would be just the two of them. In fact, that was the exact purpose of this trip... to nowhere. No phones, no e-mails, no nothing...
- Here you go, he whispered in her ear, handing a glass of coke to her.
- Domo arigato.
- It is getting dark. Wouldn’t you like to eat something as well?
- No... she said annoyed. I only want you....
- You never get tired of me, do you? he replied, kissing her. She mimed a “no”. Still... you must eat.
She showed a sad face and turned away her face from him, looking again towards the fire.
- Not even... this? he encouraged her.
Suddenly she saw a finger... with whipped cream on in front of her. She turned herself to him and said surprised:
- This is what I should eat?
No answer. She licked the cream on his finger and said she wanted more. He unbuttoned her blouse and kissed her one more time. The whipped cream spray was brought and he told her to lay down there, then he put a thin line of whipped cream over her body, from her neck to her navel. He layed on top of her and kissed her lips and followed the line of the cream. Afterwards, he kissed her more and more... like wanting to pass through her, craving desire. And when she couldn’t wait any longer he suddenly stopped and looked at her eyes. They were deep... and he desperately wanted to drown in them... forever....
- What’s wrong? she said, laying there.
- Nothing, he sighted. Just that... the time hasn’t come yet.
Then he got up just like that, naked and went to the bar. He poured a glass of whiskey and added a slice of lemon. She watched him... that beautiful man standing, the man whom she had sworn to dedicate her life. For some reason, he didn’t feel ok. She could feel that. She wasn’t sure what he was referring to, when he said “the time hasn’t come yet”, so she asked:
- What are you talking about? It’s not like it’s the first time we make love...
- No... it’s not... he whispered after a long period of silence and looking at the empty glass. Then he turned his face to her. He saw her sitting there, half naked, with her body so relaxed... and felt happy.
- Tell me ... he added, aren’t you... scared?
She laughed and replied:
- Is there anything to be scared of?
- No... I mean, he said, filling a glass of coke and taking a drink. All of this... being alone with me. Aren’t you scared?
- Nope. But... what exactly do you mean?
Then he turned his back on her and said, on a cold and deceiving voice:
- Don’t you know... that I never say exactly what I mean...?
- A rhetorical question, she answered stretching. You know I do. But still... here... in the middle of nowhere... with a...
- A? he turned towards her, with the glass of coke, then sat next to her on the carpet.
- With a beast like you... she continued...
- A... beast? he asked. What beast? he said, dragging her into a suffocating kiss.
Then he added:
- I... want you...
- Why don’t you just have me?
- No. Not now. I mustn’t now. Oh God, look at the time! We have to go now, or we’ll be late! he said, running to the other room.
The door was half opened. In the mirror, she could see him dressing in his black pants and putting his grey shirt on. Then he went to the mirror and combed his hair. Something was definitely troubling him. He saw her through the mirror looking at him, intrigued. She got up from the carpet and dressed herself ... minutes ago she was undressing... But, he had to wait. The time was getting near...
- Come on. he said, taking her by her only free hand, while she was still putting on her shoes.
- Where are we going? she said, when they got out the front door of their chalet. It’s the middle of the night and...
- Not yet... he whispered for himself.
- ... and besides, it’s raining! Where the hell are you taking me like this? I’ll get all dirty... and my sandals aren’t appropriate for this!
He stopped suddenly, and, in the virtue of inertia, she fell in his arms. He kissed her and said:
- Nothing to worry about. Just fallow me and don’t let go of my hand.
There they were, getting deeper and deeper in the forest. An unknown place... that was their agreement. He agreed to go on vacation only if he could pick the place and it would have been a mystery for her where they were. Now they were there and she didn’t have the slightest clue of where they were... that’s why she said “In The Middle of Nowhere”. But there they had spent the most incredible moments of their lives. This unknown place had brought all their fantasies to life... all their darkest and most pervert whishes... and the most sweet and loveful moments also... It was raining cats and dogs, but it was nothing to worry, because it was a warm summer rain. In just minutes they were all wet and her hand almost slipped from his... But he said: “don’t let go of my hand” and she didn’t. The sole was slippery and they almost felt a few times. Despite this, they kept on going.
- Is it more till the place we’re going? she asked him, a bit tired, but nevertheless excited and curios.
- Well... he said slowing down and watching at the time, actually, we’re here.
- Here? Really...? But...I don’t see any change of the landscape.
- Look there... at that surface. Right there...
- A lake... there’s a lake! I can see the moon rays and the drops of rain playing at its surface... so beautiful...
- Come on, he said. Let’s go closer.
- Closer? But dear, isn’t this dangerous?
- No, it’s not. he added, moving the branches away, making himself space to pass. Actually, I’ve come here many times... and watched it... imagine it...
- Imagine what? she asked curios.
- Come on... let’s go in the water...
She didn’t want to, at first, but his hand and his face, smiling encouraging her in the pale light of the full moon, made her fallow him. The water wasn’t cold, as she expected, but just right for a bath. His arms wrapped around her and they kissed in that sweet, unique embrace.
- Shall we... take a bath, milady? he asked her. But... without clothes.... I guarantee we won’t catch a cold.
She laughed and pressed his lips with her finger ... then she kissed him. She took his wet shirt off and he did the same with her blouse... there was no bra... Another embrace and the more they kissed and touched, the desire grew stronger... both their pants went off and it didn’t even matter where... They were probably carried on with the water... and they were carried on “by the wave”... There was nothing to worry, as the moon watched over them and the drops of rain surrounded their bodies...
- This is what I imagined... this is what I always dreamt of, he whispered at her ear, but again, she didn’t understand.
- Wait! she said, looking at him with a worried face. Have you brought...
- No. What for? he interrupted her, touching her face. There is no need for that... we should... create...