I could not see his face, but I knew he got a smirk. “The white tennis socks, and the blue socks for trekking.”
“Well, well. Indian XXX …” he said in an impatient tone. I know you like trekking in the mountains, right?”
“I like looking at YOU trekking in the mountains.” I replied. I dried his suit and prepared everything we needed for the day. “Only?”
“No, also when you wear socks.”
“Which socks?” he continued, unsatisfied. I pushed him up the stairs, and soon we were in our pajamas rolling under the thick blanket. We were soon asleep, hugging. “We got a week. It was a painful and difficult work, but Bastian needed someone he could trust for these tasks. When he opened the door of the living room, his grey eyes met mine. I was in charge of the meals of the whole team, and the administrative paperwork. “You don’t just like me right?”
“I love you.”
“Good”, he said while massaging harder. He knew the answer, and I did not want to speak it aloud. I made the coffee like he wanted it. “Peter will replace me for this race.” Bastian said.
