Chapter Eight - That Little Bit Of Freedom

Basorexia:

(n.) The overwhelming desire to kiss.

Chapter Eight – That Little Bit Of Freedom

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As I arrive home I can see our car already neatly parked on its usual spot, that means that Charlotte's already at home. I'll eat something real quick, change my clothes, brush my teeth and do my hair and then I'll go to Evan. Charlotte isn't used to me going out, so I would have to explain to her who Evan is and I don't think she's going to like the fact that I befriended a client of mine. I decide to not think about it for too long though, because I'm simply excited to go and see him again. He honestly makes me feel as if I can be myself for a bit. And not only him, also the people from the bar.

As I open the door I am greeted by the most delicious smell ever, home-made pizza. Now I am not one to show off, but when it comes down to Charlotte's pizza's I always make sure to let the people know how good it is.

'Honey, I am home!' I scream as I kick off my shoes and put my suitcase next to the door.

A smiling Charlotte slips from the kitchen, fully dressed in her cooking attire. She gives me a quick kiss before moving her hand towards my nose.

'Smell.' She says with a smile and I almost let out a moan at the amazing scent from all the herbs.

'It smells absolutely amazing sweetheart.' She shows me her dimpled smile and I can't help but feel bad about not seeing it enough.

'I'm going out tonight, some client needed help.' Her smile doesn't even drops, so she probably made plans for herself too. 'Good, because Petra and I are going on a little spa trip.' She says as she walks back into the kitchen.

I quickly pull my phone from my pocket and send Evan a small text.

To: [Evan Knight]

From: [Me]

5:46 p.m.

@8?

I don't wait for a response as I put the phone back and follow Charlotte into the kitchen.

'What time will you be back?' I ask Charlotte as I wrap my arms around her from where she stands at the counter.

'I think we'll be staying in a nearby hotel, I don't want to drive back home when it's dark.' I nod my head in understanding, not caring about the fact that she can't really see me.

'That's okay.' I answer her while giving her a small kiss on her cheek.

I let my arms fall from her waist and make my way to the living room. I pull my phone from my pocket again to check for a mes-sage. As expected there's a response from Evan.

To: [Me]

From: [Evan Knight]

5:48 p.m.

Is OK! :)

I smile as I throw my phone on the couch so I can make myself ready for tonight. Hopefully I will be fast enough to be ready when dinner's served. Charlotte doesn't normally cook, so it's really nice to have a chance to relax as she makes dinner this time.

'I'll see you tomorrow, Char.' I say as I wrap my arms around her shoulders as she holds onto me tight.

'See you then. I love you!' I give her one last kiss on her fore-head before letting go of her.

'Enjoy your spa. And you too Petra, you look great by the way.' Charlotte's friend, Petra, is the typical Not Taking Any Of Your Shit kind of friend. So as expected she pulls out her middle finger and gives me the most sarcastic sweet smile I have ever seen, be-fore picking up Charlotte's bag.

'I know right, you look OK yourself.' I smile at Charlotte in pride as I take in Petra's small compliment. I'm not used to sweet words like that from a person like her, even if it's so small.

As she walks out of the house she gives me one last goodbye wave as I close the door behind her. I let out a sigh and lean my back against it, thinking of the best way to go with this. I first have to call for an Uber in order to get there. I could take my car, since Charlotte went along with Petra, but I don't like having the expensive thing in a neighbourhood like that.

'Good evening sir!' The same small lady from last week screams through the bar as I walk in.

'Hello to you too, m'lady.' She lets out snort and pushes me as much as she can before pulling me along again.

'I see that you look way better than last week so I won't offer you a drink. Also I think a certain someone is waiting for you.' The last sentence she whispers in my ear as she turns my body towards where Evan is sitting. I openly stare at him as he sits there with a drink in his hand, slowly twirling it around with subtle movements of his wrist. His blond hair is perfectly styled so it's flowing to the back of his head. He wears a simple white polo and a pair of jeans and the sight of him in something other than a pair of old clothes seems so much more beautiful.

I slowly walk towards him and take a seat on the other side of the table. He doesn't look at me, but I can see the small smile he's trying to hold in.

'Good evening, Evan.' I say with the most posh accent I can muster and that's when he cracks. A full blown smile makes itself know as he look up at me.

'Hello to you too.' He mocks me in my voice and I shake my head in amusement.

'Would you like something to drink?' He asks me, while being shy all of a sudden.

'You look good tonight.' I say instead of answering his question. His eyes grow big for a second, but he seems to compose himself real quick.

'Thank you very much, you look good too.' The way he says it makes me feel all kinds of warm.

'But you didn't answer my question, sir.' He says with a smirk and I so want to shake my head at his tactics.

'I would like a beer, please.' I say. He gives me a small nod of understanding as he stands up from his seat.

'Wait a second then I'll be right back with your order.' With that said he walks away and I follow every movement he makes, until he comes to a stop at the bar.

'I have an idea.' Evan says as he walks back with my beverage in his hand.

'Tell me what it is then.' I urge him as he sits down again, but he moves to the tip of his chair so his arms are resting on the small table.

'Do you know what twenty questions is?'

'I do, of course.'

'Well then we should play that, to get to know each other bet-ter.' The way Evan tells it makes it seem so casual, playing twenty questions with a supposed-to-be client. He seems really enthusiastic though and who am I to take the fun away from him.

'OK, that's fine. You can start if you want to.' His beaming smile tells me that I need to be prepared, it doesn't seem like he's going to be holding back.

'What's your birthday?' He asks me innocently and I can't help but squeeze my eyes in suspicion.

'The 24th of March 1987.' I answer truthfully.

'And what is your birthday?' I ask him, even though I secretly already know it from his file this morning.

'The 4th of October 1990.' He doesn't wait for me to comment, instead he starts asking me the next question already.

'What would you wish for, if you could get anything you want?' And that shuts me up for a moment. Not only is it an impossible question, I also have a part of the answer of it. And I don't really know if I want to tell him. On the other hand, he does live in a place like this so he must be used to a whole lot.

'I want something way too unreasonable.' I answer him and he frowns confused at my disappointed stare. He takes a hold of my hand and pulls me up from where I'm still seated. I don't question him as he pulls me along through the bar. I do find it strange that no one stares or asks questions. They pretend as if it's normal and OK for two men to be holding hands, even when as innocent as this. Somewhere in the back he opens a door where he leads us in and it surprises me to see it's a storage. He pulls out a couple of beer crates and puts them in front of me. Then he lets go of my hand to pull out another pair of crates and puts them in front of the other stack.

'Sit.' He says while pointing to them and I immediately do as he says.

'So, tell me about your unreasonable dream?' He says and I can't stop myself from smiling as he pulls out another bottle of beer from one of the rack for me and him. I take a deep breath as he opens the bottles with each other's lids and at the sound of the pop I let out a sigh.

'God will punish the ones who sin. A community looks after each other. You must marry before your mid-twenties. You must have kids. You must follow the rules. Bla Bla Bla.' I throw it all out in one breath and it feels good to see the hopeful look in his eyes, as if he thinks the same as I do right now.

'I want for people to be able to do what they want, as long as it doesn't purposely hurts someone of course.' I add and he smiles reassuringly at me.

'I hate the rules of the community. When I don't know what I'm doing, my neighbour will be able to tell me.' I take a deep breath before continuing.

'And I hate it that people can't express what they feel, or who they are. And that they get punished for it. Just imagine being a sinner, just because you don't want to marry or you can't have kids, or you like to go crazy once a month. Hell it doesn't even matter what you want anymore.' I finish as I feel the frustration build inside of me. Evan stays absolutely silent and it almost seems like he's waiting for me to say something. As if he hopes that I will blurt that one thing out he so desperately wants to hear. He doesn't say anything and it makes me anxious, I don't know what he want for me to add to the list, or specifically say.

As a distraction I start looking somewhere else than his eyes, like his rosy cheeks. The way his lashes are so long they curl at the end and how his lips look so full. And then it click inside of me.

'And how having feelings for someone of the same sex is not okay.' As the words leave my mouth he is on me.

I am shocked as his lips lock with mine, the same lips that Charlotte kissed not more than two hours ago. I am surprised by how soon the thoughts leave my mind as I start moving along with him. As I wave my hands through his hair and feel him against me. The feeling isn't like anything I have ever felt before. It's nothing like when Charlotte kisses me, it feels better. As if I can finally feel what I have been searching for all along, a little bit of freedom. A little bit of having something that is not meant to be, but yet very true. It lasts no longer than twenty seconds and as we slowly break apart I let my hands fall to his waist where I give him a small squeeze in reassurance.

'To not have that little bit of freedom that I was always searching for.' I say breathlessly and I feel a small puff of air against my lips as he laughs. This night couldn't have been any better.

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