Page 26 of A Christmas Adventure

"I'd be savoring you all day if you'd let me."

The current tenses Olga's spine. Everything Violeta does and says, she likes and excites her in a disconcerting way. Trying not to think about everything she feels, she takes control of the situation, and this time it is she who takes care of exploring every corner of Violeta's body. She does it calmly, playing with her arousal as she pleases,taking her to limits that leave Violeta on the verge of madness.

They allow themselves a few minutes of rest in which they don't talk or even look at each other. They just stay together, naked next to each other while gently caressing and each lost in their own thoughts.

Olga closes her eyes on Violeta's chest and feels so comfortable that fatigue overcomes her, and she falls asleep. Violeta stays with her for a while, caressing her in silence while trying to sort out all that jumble of emotions fluttering through her body since she met her neighbor. She is unable to define what she feels for her, she cannot name it because she has never experienced anything like it, but what she does know is that she cannot stop thinking about her and that the only place she wants to be is where she is now, next to Olga.

After a few minutes, and very much to her regret, she gets up carefully so as not to wake her and gets dressed. She knows that Olga was right before, her mother will want to see progress when she comes, and they can't tell her they've been there without doing anything, so Violeta enters Olga's room with some shyness because she feels like she is invading her privacy, and begins to strip the wallpaper from the two remaining walls. Many times, her gaze wanders to different places in the room - on the dresser, the nightstand, or the folded clothes on the chair. Violeta feels an growing curiosity about Olga's life, but she restrains herself and continues pulling at the paper. The task doesn't seem as arduous or tedious to her as Olga said,she enjoys listening to how it tears and has enough patience to entertain herself with the scraper to remove those pesky pieces that resist coming off.

She decides that everything can be more fun with music, so she returns to the living room to get her phone. She walks slowly, as if she were a thief trying not to get caught. Olga is still on the sofa, lying on her side, covered with a blanket and her expression completely relaxed. Violeta stands at her feet and cannot define the exact amount of time she has spent looking at her, but she is sure that she could spend all day like this. Surprised by everything that is happening to her, she circles the sofa and approaches the table to pick up her phone, at which point she can't help but stare at the notebook next to it, where Olga has jotted down a few things.

Violeta does not consider herself a snoop, or maybe a little, but she couldn't resist, and the notebook is in her hands as she reads that list of pros and cons that Olga has drawn up. Although it doesn't have her name anywhere or the purpose for which she wrote it, Violeta only needs to read the cons to understand that it is about herself. Unconsciously, she has sat on the edge of the sofa to examine the list in detail. She is puzzled because it is clear that she means enough to Olga to make her draw up something like this, but it seems that she has not found anything good about her because that side of the list is empty.

"Snooping is rude," Olga suddenly says.

Violeta is so startled that she opens her hand and the notebook crashes to the floor. She turns flustered to Olga and sees her observing her with a charming smile that leaves her more confused than she already feels.

"Sorry, I came for my phone and I didn't want to... Well, yes I did," she admits, redder than a tomato, "you arouse so much curiosity in me that I couldn't help it."

Olga lets out a nasal chuckle and sits up a bit to pick up the notebook from the floor. Although she tries not to show any emotion about it, she is very nervous about the fact that Violeta has seen her list.

"Is there nothing you like about me?" Violeta asks, turning to her.

"How do you know that list is about you?" Olga counters as she picks up her clothes and starts getting dressed.

"She's Maite's daughter, lives in Madrid, and there's a ten-year age difference," Violeta recites aloud, "the last two could refer to someone else, but my mother only has one daughter and that's me."

"It could be another Maite," Olga squints as she buttons up her pants.

Violeta suppresses the temptation to stop her from doing so in order to take her body again, but this time she controls herself.

"Is it really another Maite?" Violeta asks in an ironic tone.

"No, of course not," Olga admits, sitting down next to her.

"So, there's nothing about me that you like, or you haven't finished writing that list?"

Olga smiles again, though this time it's a more nervous laugh.

"Of course there are things I like about you, Violeta, that's the problem, there were so many that it was absurd to write them down."

This time it is Violeta who smiles. It's a sincere and broad smile that takes up her whole face. She wasn't expecting Olga to be so honest, but if she thinks about it, she wasn't expecting anything that's happening to her with her either.

"Are you considering that we have something more serious?" Violeta asks, lifting her leg over Olga's, who caresses it slowly while thinking.

"I don't know, I wrote it without thinking, but I can't get you out of my head either, I feel like I'm on a slope and I've been thrown downhill. I can't stop myself, and I don't know if you feel the same way or if I'm the only one getting too involved."

Violeta picks up the notebook again and draws a line through the question about her mother.

"This, in case you and I, you know..." Violeta is unable to verbalize it, she doesn't dare, but Olga doesn't need to in order to understand what she is saying, "I don't think my mother would end up being a problem."

From there she jumps to the next line, the one that indicates that she lives in Madrid.

"This one here," Violeta sighs heavily, "I don't know, I don't think it's something we should worry about so soon either, right?"

Olga looks at her, not really knowing what Violeta is trying to tell her with this conversation, so she nods and remains silent.

"And this one," now Violeta laughs when she points to the age difference. "I've always been attracted to women older than me, I find them infinitely more interesting and experienced, and ten years is nothing."