All Chapters of Have you Ever been in Love?: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It's you when I'm talking about my life.  I could not believe it. But I wanted to believe it. And I knew it was true because I certainly couldn't make up something so wonderful. I had no idea what to say to him, but I knew I had to see him. It was addicting. That was the problem. I told myself to forget about last night. But how could I forget the best thing that had ever happened to me?The logic wasn't on my side anyway, but I was used to that. My reaction? Easy to explain. If I just thought about how it tasted, I could have stormed into his room here and now and picked up where we left off.His reaction? Huh? Absolutely no idea. Had I just imagined that he had kissed me too and that it wasn't just me who more or less attacked him? Perhaps he had been completely shocked and surprised and hadn't been able to defend himself immediately. But I didn't want to and

You play the main role in the film called My Life.  I woke up because it was light. Lighter than usual. No sooner had I opened my eyes a crack than I screwed them shut again.And only then did the memory of last night slowly come back ... His words ... how he had kissed me ... The steady rhythm of my heartbeat gave way to an uncontrolled flutter when I thought about it. He must have put me to bed later, as he had on so many evenings before, I thought I vaguely remembered how he carried me into the house. Drops of water dripping from his hair onto my cheek ...I decided to save these thoughts for later so that I can enjoy them for as long as possible. The unfamiliar brightness still irritated me. My room was on the southwest side of the house, in the evening I could watch the sunset and in the morning my bed was only lightly lit through the second, smaller windo

And since I've known you, I've been walking around the world smiling.  At some point I just fell asleep - and he obviously too, because in the early afternoon I was torn from my dreams that he was moving under me while half-awake. Bed sport was exhausting after all ...Blinking I looked exactly into the beautiful blue of his eyes and I thought almost immediately I felt my heart getting warmer. When his pupils fixed something else, I followed his gaze - and we both looked along our intertwined bodies (whereby I could very well distinguish where his perfectly tanned superbody began and my, on the other hand, rather pale body ended ... frustrating). So this is what the result looked like for the past few hours."Oh," I said, a little embarrassed and felt a delicate red touch covering my cheeks again."You should have stopped me," he said, frowning."Hey! I'm the hormone-driven teenage bo

See all eyes, observe few, recognize very few.  "And you are quite sure that they wanted to come at half past one?" I asked for the thousandth time and nervously looked at the kitchen clock. I was only able to speak to Serena very briefly and not at all to David because they were both busy unpacking. José then suggested that they could have lunch with us and then tell us everything."One hundred percent. And it's just three minutes past, and at least Serena will be so dying to text us for hours that she won't miss this opportunity, believe me, ”he replied, standing at the stove as relaxed as ever and stirred in a saucepan. We had decided to let him do the cooking so that we could eat it later and we would be ready in time. That's why I sat idle at the table most of the time and watched him fascinated (cooking can look extremely sexy) when I wasn't pacing

Reality is ruining my life again.  The day started badly. But what else should you expect? No, it was quite right. If she had to come back today, the day could be messed up from front to back and adapt to my state of mind. And it was extremely bad from the moment I woke up in the morning from the unfamiliar coolness.When was the last time I was cold when I opened my eyes? I didn't remember - or didn't want to remember. The time before the warmth was a thing of the past. Warmth meant José. And cold meant… no José. Not good. I was so used to waking up in his arms in the morning, knowing his body next to me, without opening my eyes. And although the outside temperatures were the same as in the last few days, I felt it was comparatively cool.In the hope that perhaps I might have rolled away from him in my sleep (which in itself was contradict