You'll hear from me E-Book

Luis Algorri

• Herausgeber: Bruno Gmünder Verlag
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 221

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2012

Beschreibung

Javier is a student who lives an uncomplicated life, until he gets to know the younger brother of his girlfriend. Immediately he feels an almost magical attraction to the boy. Everything on him appears to be perfect: His face, his smile, even the blue trunk he's wearing in the swimming pool. Javier is after him until he finally finds a way to get close to him. "You'll hear from me" is a novel full of deep feelings and devotion. Algorri's clear and intuitive style is alluring and erotically charged, capturing the reader in a web of love and passion.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Title

Preface

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

About the author

Impressum

YOU’LL HEAR FROM ME

A NOVEL BY LUIS ALGORRI

Translated by David Miller

If I had never seen your face

I would not have suffered so,

yet neither would I have seen your face.

Seeing you has caused such pain,

not seeing you would break my heart.

I would not languish so forlorn,

Yet would have lost much more.

(Spanish madrigal from the Renaissance.)

Part One

Much later on I remembered it was actually him who opened the door to me that afternoon. I had never seen him before. It was Ana’s birthday, and there were around ten of us who had noisily climbed up to the fifth floor. There was no elevator. I recall the interminable staircase with its ancient wooden banister, the smell of beeswax and the gray stone steps that had been scrubbed with bleach. Ana and I had only recently met on that day in the country when the two groups—her friends and mine—had joined together for the first time. It had been fun, but above all I’d enjoyed Ana looking at me, whispering into Clara’s ear and smiling. Clara’s pregnancy was beginning to show, and she was about to get married to Pepo. Shortly afterwards Ana came up to me, extremely nervous, and invited me to her birthday.

I saw him very suddenly when he opened the door to us. It was me who had rung the bell, and his face was now just a couple of feet away from mine. How serious he was. Dark sweater, jeans. Roughly seventeen or eighteen, four or five years younger than me; slim, more or less my height; black hair, long and tousled, almost curly. A shiver ran down my spine. I asked for Ana.

“Have you come for her birthday?”

“Yes.”

“They’re all in the dining room at the end of the hallway.”

We entered. My gift for Ana was a green frog made of wood and attached to a long coil spring; she immediately hung it from the ceiling of her room. Other people gave her books, clothes, CDs and so on. We had a good time. Ana danced with me for most of the evening. She teased me about my clumsiness, taught me how to move my feet, smiled her wonderful smile. We drank quite a lot. I looked for him among the guests, but when I couldn’t see him I quickly forgot this rather disagreeable boy who had opened the door to us.