short story: rain and cigarettes (english)

It was Thursday night and the rain did not stop, the strong storm flooded every corner and place of my tennis, I carried my bags because I would stay at my mother's house to spend a vacation, the overwhelming roar in the sky took over the little energy that still lay in my body, could not continue driving with the insane intensity of the rain, park the car in the parking lot of a motel that was near the city, a gas station remained open in front of this, but the place was deserted Only four cars, including mine, remained immobile, being hit by the showers that fell in a pile.

Enter the place, the environment felt drier, which made my clothes feel uncomfortable, there was an old man, with a vest and a dog sitting by the door, the dog looked at me out of the corner of his eye but ignored every inch between him and I, the old man smoked a cigarette, which made me experience that rainy night, I gave him a dollar for one of his cigarettes, that I passed by his cigarette lighter, I lit it and I felt like smoke ran through my body until I came out my nostrils

I approached the bar, a redheaded girl with a mole near the lip attended me offering me one of their rooms, take the number 68 at random, since there were not many vehicles in the entrance, I could afford to choose.

I went to my room the place was a bit narrow but, and my clothes increasingly clung to the pores of my skin, coming to my room I found a girl with a very pale skin, her hair was a rustic gold, and she was in a bathrobe, she was also smoking, but her cheeky recklessness allowed her to do it in the corridors when it was obvious that it could only be done in the lobby, I was curious to walk from one side to the other and look up below, as if he were looking for answers to unknown questions.

-Enjoying the rain and the destruction that concerns your cigar? - I tell him

-Oh dear, the destruction concerns me more than him! - Answer me
inhaling a little. - I make the decision and I force him to destroy me.

-So are we the mastermind behind a cautious killer? - I tell him
Giving a smile to those incandescent eyes that looked at me with mischief and prohibition.

-Have you ever smoked a cigarette? - Asks me

-In my life - I pause for a moment to think, but actually I knew the answer I just wanted to seem interesting for that majesty that remained quiet with its destroyer - Only one, a few minutes ago.

-Was the old man right? - It says - the way in which it was consumed, and the orange color that gave off the smoke made you feel warm and calm with such a gathering from the rain.

I did not answer anything his arduous words made me lose myself in his indispensable body that was now a few centimeters from me. I pull his cigarette towards me and put it in my mouth. Inhale a little, and the lust fell like an earthquake for every inch of my limbs.

-Do not you feel how your problems soften but at the same time open new paths? - He tells me, the brightness of his eyes said touch me, that earthquake had also devastated the unconditional girl of the problems and the questions to solve.

Already in his room, both in the bed his body frozen and my body wet, every skin on his skin bristled, after the storm was mine, as the rain predicted, as the old man comforted him and as the cigarette made it possible.