In my bachelor's bedroom, I draw the curtains and turn on the lamp. Still in my bathrobe, I sense that Edgar doesn't think it's the right time for intimacy yet.
Accepting that I need space (as I was feeling a little upset about it), Edgar left me here and went to his room.
We were both watching the same movie.
The female protagonist in the movie: You don't desire me, and that's why you don't touch me anymore.
The male protagonist in the movie: That's because I never know when the right time is, you are so closed off.
I turn away, avoiding dealing with this scene. I close my eyes and try to imagine a perfect night on Edgar's body.
Something he was also thinking, so it's true, we were connected to each other, we just needed to find a way to let it out.
I open my eyes again and sit on the bed, grab a notepad and a pen, and write down everything a romantic night needs.
Edgar was doing the same in his room, but focusing on what a gay man likes to receive. I mean, women like flowers, but what about a passive gay man? Edgar wonders.
It was 11:30 p.m. when Edgar called his best friend Evandro to help him with this matter.
3 days later
It was a hot day outside when I invited Edgar for a bike ride in the gated community. Even though he didn't know how to ride, he accepted. It was cute to realize that he didn't know how.
Since I'm a good husband, I got off my bike and tried to teach Edgar, but he ended up wanting to ride on the back with his arms around my waist.
That night.
The romantic dinner took place, but a business call interrupted us just as Edgar was about to give me our first post-wedding kiss, well, the wedding one doesn't really count.
But just as he turns to leave, this happens.
Edgar: I'm sorry, I need to meet with the director of my company, but I promise I won't be long, I promise.
Leandro: No, it's okay.
And that's when…
Edgar kisses me, a quick, simple kiss, but enough to leave me giddy with passion.
Edgar: I'll be right back.
Leandro: Okay, go with God!
My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are bright, and my hands are sweaty. This feels like passion, and I think that's what it is because I can't think of anything else but the scene, the moment I received that kiss from my husband.
A scene that comes and goes in an endless replay. I get up and clear the table, go to the kitchen and wash the dishes. I do everything with the kiss in mind and my heart longing for Edgar.
It feels like I'm on cloud nine.
When I return to our room, I find Yan taking Edgar's things out.
Leandro: What are you doing?
Yan: Ah, the boss told me to take his things to his room, it seems he didn't want to sleep without you in bed anymore.
I approach Yan and take my husband's white shirt, bringing it to my face with a smile.
Leandro: You don't have to do any of this.
Yan: But he asked me to.
Leandro: I know, but it won't be necessary anymore.
Yan: Why?
Leandro: Because I'm going to bring my things over.
I sit on the bed with the shirt in my hands, looking around and seeing every detail that was his, and the longing only grows.
However, I needed to put on the brakes.
I needed this because Edgar is not my first boyfriend, and I know where intense feelings can lead. And this time, I want it to last forever.
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