“Hi!”
“Hi!”
“Do you mind if we go do an errand first?”
“No, no. That’s fine.”
“Okay.”
Silence.
“Uhm, how do we get out here?”
“Oh, make a left there and go straight till we get to EDSA.”
“Okay.”
Silence.
This sure is awkward.
“So, how was Singapore?”
“Okay.”
Silence.
Awkward. Awkward. Awkward. This is funny. Almost.
“What’s the smile about?”
“I just find this a little funny. It’s so awkward.”
He gave a small chuckle.
“What are we doing in Cubao?”
“I’m having my watch fixed.”
I guess this will be all small talk until later.
We walked back to his car after waiting for over half an hour for his watch to be fixed.
Now what?
“Are we...? Is it...? Are you...?”
“What?”
Wow, awkward.
“Are you asking me if it’s alright for us to go there?”
“Uhm, yes.”
“That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?”
“I thought you’d rather hang out. You never gave any indication.”
I smiled. “No, it’s okay.”
We had a small laugh.
Oh God, finally! An authentic moment! Still awkward but authentic nevertheless.
He turned and was greeted by an eager man.
“Sir we’re just cleaning the room.”
He parked on the side. I looked at him.
“Might as well wait. It won’t be for long anyway.”
“Ok.”
What is there to say? We have covered all topics of small talks that came to mind.
“Sir, you can park now.”
Okay. At least there’s no need to talk with him maneuvering his car into the slot.
He turned on the TV as soon as we got in. Low sounds filled the room.
“I’ll just go and pee.”
“Okay, I’ll go after you.”
After he got out, we sat on the bed and discussed the movie that was on.
“You look a little tensed.”
“I haven’t been inside one of these in over a year.” That much is true.
He gave me a reassuring pat on my thigh. “Nervous?”
“Kind of. I haven’t done this in a long time.” That is technically true. Last Wednesday, it wasn’t in a motel.
“It sure is hot. I’ll remove my top. ”
“This too.” He reached out and unhooked my bra.
Okay. So we’re past politeness.
I settled back to my previous pose. He reached for me and kissed me hard. Okay! So it’s time, I guess.
Many minutes passed. At some point, I found myself smiling at him and wiping his brow of sweat. And we kissed. Strong, wet kisses. No sweetness. Just earthy, messy kisses. And then no words are needed.
Oh, God! I don’t think I’m coming. I have to fake this if I don’t want to be sore in the morning.
Soon enough it was over.
That’s when we smiled at each other.
We righted ourselves and went back to watching the movie on TV. It felt normal. He had a hand on my thigh and I was caressing his arm. Hhhhmmm. It’s almost like we were a couple.
Then his head slid and rested on my chest. I guess we’re both lonely.
I watched us from the mirror in the ceiling, noticing that we both have our towels draped on us in some semblance of modesty. Isn’t that ironic? After what just happened, we now seem to feel the need to be less naked.
“How long are we staying here?”
“Two hours.”
“It might be two hours already.”
He reached for his watch. “Yes, it’s almost time. We should get dressed.”
We dressed up in silence. Two people almost strangers to each other once again.
We moved to the door. And stopped before going out. We smiled and kissed. Still no sweetness. But it has a sense of familiarity to it. A sense of a shared solidarity.
“Thank you.”
He smiled in response.
We chatted about music as we drove away.
“This is my stop.”
He parked by the curb. I turned to him. “Thank you.” We leaned and shared another kiss. “Thank you.” Then I turned to open the door. As I got out, “Thank you.”
I closed the car door. “Thank you.” Goodness! Why can’t I stop saying thank you?!
I gave him a little wave as he drove away.
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