The Synergy

Transcript

The radio is playing, rain pouring down and hitting the glass windows of our Air BnB. I sit in the living space, planning our attendance to the meeting tomorrow, as you relax on the bed, reading one of your arty magazines. I will have to sleep on the oddly placed lounge furniture, lightly pondering the perfect lemon tea you made me, just before you retired to the bedroom, a rustic lunch has made us both tired.

The fireplace adds a little warmth to the room, putting me into a world of mixed emotions, adding genuine meaning to the air. Looking outside of the window, more than a few millimetres of rain had fallen, the patio would soak our shoes, I dare to think if we should order some food in. I ponder the comments you made in the car on the way here, our two hour long conversation, our usual jokes and sense of humour that we love in each other, and other dropped hints that you like me, so parsy and benign.

But maybe there was something more in it, I always noticed how you dressed more casually whenever we met, putting a little effort in to smell and look nice, verging on looking nice wherever we went, to the pub, to the meetings, and I dare say, not out of place in the bedroom. Time moves on gradually, almost too gradually, as it is suspiciously quiet from your room, I can no longer hear the YouTube videos coming from your laptop, that I should, ever since the volume control on your Bluetooth speakers broke. I think nothing much of it, a suspicion going to the back of my mind, I always knew you carried your toys on these trips away, a drunken confession one evening, six months ago.

I collect myself from these thoughts, after all our friendship has always been platonic, even if a few lines have been blurred over the years. My phone has a new WhatsApp notification, from one of our colleagues, asking when we will be arriving at the hotel tomorrow for the conference, confirming it is conference room B. That information was all with you, I never got the memo, not wanting to disturb you I reply back saying 10am, playing a risky game for us both.

I can't wait to tell you when you return, that there may be a mad rush in the morning, getting up at 7am never hurt anyone, thinking back to when I first met you, and we managed to be an hour late to the preparation meeting when Covid hit. My stomach sinks when I hear something out of place coming from your room, surely you aren't doing that are you? My sense of hearing suddenly becomes pin sharp, as with an intense guilt that is psychosomatic.

A million emotions run through me, the initial lust, but then a thousand memories race through my mind, like an intimacy that has been begging to be released. I urgently debate with myself whether to invite myself in, a dilemma before me that could make or break our friendship, one that rages with my increasing arousal. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh it feels so good. It's taking a little longer. Oh yeah, oh, yeah.

Oh god. Mmm, yeah, oh, oh, oh, don't stop. Keep going.

Oh, keep, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh it feels so good. Oh my god, oh, oh, I think I love you, oh, I think I love you. Oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah it's so good, oh yeah, it's so good, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, oh yeah.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, it's so good, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, it's so good, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah. Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes.