A Night in Your Arms

Episode 1

I find myself running hand in hand with that man. It's a dark alley, I think someone is chasing us, but I can only laugh, laugh and run. Where to? I don't know... I look at him in the midst of our frantic race, and just like me, he laughs. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. I start to hear sirens. I think... I think it's the police? Oh God! Yes, it's the police who's chasing us. That increases the ecstasy of the moment, my laughter resurfaces. I watch him swiftly open a door and drag me inside, he closes it quickly without making any noise, he stands behind me, pressing his body against mine and covering my mouth with his hand. I must say, that paralyzes me, it's a magical contact and I admit... exciting, very exciting. I turn around without breaking our bodies apart, I look directly into his eyes and I think he's somewhat surprised. I don't know where the hell I get so much boldness, but I bring the fingers of my right hand to his lips, they are soft, thick, and very provocative. Without breaking eye contact, I gently bite my lower lip, then bring the fingers that were resting on his lips to mine. He smiles seductively while shaking his head. His hand resting on my waist reaffirms the grip, and I can feel him even more. I confirm that my anatomy is causing in him the same havoc that his causes in me. He tilts his head and brings his lips a few centimeters from mine, clearly inviting me to initiate the game. Without a second thought, I latch onto his lips and... Oh God! I believe it was the only thing I was waiting for to take me to heaven, and then give me a tour through the flames of hell and a ride through outer space. He leads me towards one of the walls of the small, dark place, my body cornered by his strong arms, the burning desire in his eyes sends electrical impulses to my stomach. I am unable to utter a word, and truth be told, he doesn't allow it either. Without any kind of protocol, his hands travel along my bare legs due to the shortness of my dress. Suddenly, he roughly turns me around and lets me feel how hard he is. He unzips my dress, letting it fall. I feel the scrutiny of his gaze on my body, he touches unabashedly, presses against my body, and I let my head fall onto his shoulder thanks to the height my heels provide. He kisses my neck, completely tingling my skin. He quickly turns me around, and I can look at him again as he separates himself just a bit to glance at my bare chest, as the only thing covering me is the small triangle of my black panties.

"Do you take it off, or do I rip it?" I am so stunned that I can't process his words. I see him approaching and taking both hands to one end of my panties, then pulling on them until they tear. He slides the other part down to my knee and it falls. He looks at me, and his gaze tells me what is about to happen. He takes hold of my breasts with his hands, while his mouth wreaks havoc on mine. He invades every space with his tongue, and mine responds, their dance demonstrating the anxiety our bodies feel. He lightly bites my lower lip, causing a small moan to escape my lips. He smirks, his mouth descends to my neck, giving it a small bite and then caressing the same spot with his tongue. Does this man want to drive me insane? His hands seize my breasts, bringing one of them to his mouth, savoring it like a delicacy. A small bite on one of them makes me moan loudly. He separates for a moment, looks directly into my eyes, and with his index finger on his lips, he indicates that I should be silent. I bite my lower lip hard and nod. His kisses descend to my belly button, his tongue resting upon it before continuing its descent...

I wake up sweaty, him once again in my dreams, the damn bastard who took advantage of my drunkenness and moment of ecstasy to steal away "my virginity."

A month has passed, a whole month and I still have no idea who the hell he is. Well, that's not the worst part; the worst part is that my boyfriend Matt still has no clue about what I did. And if before I hadn't been with him because I wanted to save myself for marriage, what the hell do I tell him now? How do I look him in the eyes with just a couple of weeks left until our wedding? What was supposed to be my greatest happiness has now become a headache.

"Anna, we're waiting for you to have dinner," says my mom as she enters my room.

"I don't want to, Mom, I'm tired."

"Anna, you're impossible, I can't understand why you're still not ready. Matt and his parents are waiting for you, and look at yourself. How is it possible that you're still not ready?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I swear I forgot. I quickly put on some jeans and a t-shirt.

"Lately, it seems like you forget that you're engaged, just look at yourself. Do you really think you can wear that to meet your future in-laws?" I shrug as I look for my Converse shoes, they are super comfy. "You're impossible... At least comb your hair."

"As you wish, Your Highness."

She gives me a condescending look and turns around to leave.

I let myself fall back on the bed, I'm really exhausted from this situation. I can't look Matt in the eyes, and then there are mom and dad pressuring me all the time. In fact, I agreed to get married more out of pressure than love. That doesn't mean I don't love him, it's just that I would like to live more, to travel, to explore. They barely let me go on that trip to Vegas, arguing that I'm still too young and shouldn't be alone. And after what happened, it feels like the world is spitting in my face, screaming that they were right.

I get up, brush my hair a little, and I'm ready to go downstairs and continue with the comedy that is my life. Because I swear if I saw it from a distance, I would laugh at the pathetic performance that is about to unfold. I walk towards the door and before leaving, I take one last look at my room. I sigh, knowing that any girl would believe she could be immensely happy in a golden cage like mine.

I descend the grand staircase, heading towards the garden, and after walking about 10 meters through the rose bushes, I reach the dining area located in the center of the garden. It looks like a place from a magazine, and seeing everyone around me makes me feel like I don't belong at all. Despite growing up like a porcelain doll, I seem more like a rag doll.

Matt approaches with a big smile on his face, leaning in slightly to give me a short kiss.

"You made us wait, I thought..."

"What, would a princess descend in a silk gown?" I interrupt.

"Don't get me wrong... Let's just forget it."

"I'm sorry, I've been feeling a bit anxious lately... I need to talk to you."

"Hello, dear," Graciela, Matt's mom, approaches. She places her delicate hands on my shoulders and kisses both of my cheeks. Then she steps back slightly, her eyes discreetly scanning my outfit, and with a fake smile, she addresses me again. "Always so you. Well, I think that will change once you're married." Just as I was about to respond, Matt holds my hand and gives it a slight squeeze, just enough to signal me to let it go. Once again, the witch wins.