Later that night, having dined with the nonchalant confidence borne of a deliciously-naughty shared secret, CC and I slip away to his room and make love once again. I am bemused at how comfortable I feel with him, and I ignore the distant warning bell pealing intermittently in my subconscious. Despite the rose-tinted ski specs I have been wearing all week, somehow, somewhere, something tells me something about this man is not quite right.
Despite his outgoing humour, he has a quiet introversion about him, yet when we are making love, although he is vocal and convulsive in his climaxes, he withholds something he will not release. I can’t put my finger on it, and I do not want to delve too deeply while we are still in holiday mode.
Saturday. Our last day – most of which CC and I spend together. Hot Frog texts to invite me to his lair later that evening, and rather like a bride going out for one last shag before embracing a life of moral rectitude, I agree.
Realistically, after today, I may never see either of them again, so I’m stocking up my sex bank in case the market crashes.
Knowing we all have a hideously early start next morning, CC makes it easy for me to pursue my nefarious exploit by turning in straight after dinner. He does not invite me to his room and seems already somewhat withdrawn. The alarm bell peals a little louder but I’m on a mission so I ignore it.
CBF and I go back to our room after dinner to finish packing, and I tell her I’ll be popping out for an hour or so. She is so weakened by her bout of sickness, she can barely manage to raise one eyebrow. I’m sure she’s wondering who I’m off to shag this time but is probably past caring. She’s had a lousy week and now she just wants to get home.
I kiss her goodnight, set the alarm for 5 a.m. and on the stroke of midnight, climb the back stairs for the last time up to Hot Frog’s apartment. As if observing myself from a distance, I am disappointed by my weakness of character. Why could I not have just said 'No'? I am devaluing what I feel for CC and mixed in with a misguided feeling of smugness, there lingers the acrid odour of self-disgust.
Hot Frog greets me warmly immediately showing off his new-found kissing technique. The sex is nowhere near as exciting as the first time, and I can’t wait to get out of there. I wish I’d never come tonight. In fact, I didn’t come tonight. But when it’s time to say goodbye, he hugs me tightly and says: ‘It was such a pleajure meeting you. Stay exactly as you are. Tu es magnifique!’ and I go off down the back stairs smiling.
I am still en vacances after all…when all things are permissible…
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