"This story is fictional and a continuation of my Forbidden Lovers series"
So the holidays arrived and the ground outside was covered with white flakes of snow. It would be the first white Christmas in years. The tree was trimmed and the stockings hung with care. The usual crowd had gathered on Christmas Eve, as was the tradition. Ever since he could remember Christopher's parents had hosted this party. All of the neighbors and close family friends would gather together at his house, talking and eating and enjoying the night. It was a nice time for catching up and seeing some of the people that you never see as often as you would like. But this year he could just not get into the holiday spirit as much as he would have liked. The evening passed and people went home for the night and Christopher crawled into his bed underneath the warm covers. He tried to sleep, but he only tossed and turned. His mind was not on the holidays so much but elsewhere.
He wondered what MaryBeth was doing these cold days and if she was thinking of him the way he was of her. He missed her and wanted to be with her more than anything. He half expected to wake up and find her under the Christmas tree maybe naked wearing nothing but a bow. Or dressed in a slinky Santa like suit with her beautiful legs showing. It was a crazy idea of course, but it made him smile and he only wished the answer for them would be that easy.
However, he knew that was not so and even if she came to him and professed her love there would be obstacles to overcome. He was willing to deal with them, but he hoped he could convince her that she needed to feel the same way. The sun rose the next morning and he awoke to a new day. The holiday passed and family came and went. The ball dropped and the New Year was rung in.
The New England air was cold and the ground covered in a blanket of snow. Christopher was happy that he and some friends had decided to head for warmer weather. He was on his way to Hawaii, which was somewhere he had always wanted to go. Kind of last minute some of his friends had just convinced him that they would all go because when else would they have this chance? It was a group of the four people from his home that he was closest with. The day after New Years they headed for the airport and away from the cold.
Back closer to school MaryBeth was also packing her bags somewhat unwillingly. Her husband suspecting that something was wrong looked for a quick solution. Alejandro was not the type to talk things out and listen to her. He had stopped all that a few years back. He figured that a vacation on a tropical island would be enough for them to fix everything. Basically he thought the beach and the ocean and the mentality of it all would make her horny, then they would have some hot sex the way they used to and things would be back to normal.
MaryBeth knew otherwise and she knew that a vacation would not magically make everything better. The passion had died and gone out of her marriage and it wasn't coming back. Her husband did not respect her and she believed he was just scared of responsibility. Or lazy and not wanting to do any of the household things like laundry. She wondered where the man she knew and had loved had gone and when exactly had the lump coach potato emerged. Plus now she had Christopher and the love she knew they shared. She did not feel she needed to be dependent on Alejandro anymore. But the bags were packed she would do this one last thing to try and show him that they needed to end this charade.
As she was packing she began to think about how the two of them had met and how it had been those days. She had been in Peru doing research for her thesis on the cultural habits of the indigenous people that had lived in Machu Pichu. One night she had gone into a local bar/restaurant to have dinner and a few drinks. She hated the tourist places because that was not her style. She liked to mingle with the locals. She had the grasp of the language and she sometimes struck up conversations that were useful to her research.
She had been slowly sipping some wine when she noticed a man enter the room. He was tall and handsome. Slightly dark skinned, but not too dark. A nice milk like shade of brown that was very fair. He was very handsome and sexy, more modern and less like the old more rugged people of the mountains. He walked over to the bar and ordered a shot. He took it back and said something to the bartender. Salsa music began to fill the air. The man walked across the room he took a small glance as he passed MaryBeth at her table. The gaze was intense. She had to turn her head as not to show the smirk on her face.
At the very next table while still looking at MaryBeth he took the hand of some young woman. No words were spoken. He pulled her against him and they began to move to the music. Their bodies just seemed like they knew what to do. As if it was an automatic reflex like quickly pulling your hand away from something hot. MaryBeth watched in amazement as he guided this woman through what to her seemed like complicated movements. She liked to dance but had not so much experience in dancing of this style. Just a few classes on and off when she had the time.
The man noticed that the foreign woman was still watching him, as he was she. She was quite attractive he thought. Was she from the United States? He could not be sure because she had such a look that she could be European. And what was she doing in this bar he thought? All alone away from the places he would have expected. Had she gotten lost and just wandered in? Did she even speak Spanish? He knew he had to talk to her.
After the song ended he tossed the young woman aside and walked over to MaryBeth. He offered his hand trying to be a perfect gentleman. "Quierias bailar?" (Would you like to dance?) He asked. She had been a little embarrassed at how she had been staring that she hadn't known what to say. "Bueno no hablas Espanol." (Well you don't speak Spanish) he said as he began to turn away. It was then that she felt the need to prove to him that she was not just a wide-eyed tourist. "Yo hablo perfectamente gracias, nada mas no se bailar tanto como tu." (I speak perfectly well thank you. I just don't know how to dance like you do.) She said. Hearing her speak so well he turned back and said "Te ensenare." (I will teach you.)
