Page 21 of Sombra
“I love!” My cheerful exclamation makes his shoulders drop in relief and a satisfied expression spread on his face.
“This used to be my room. When I went to University, I moved out to the little house behind the barn. Do you want me to set upyour Wi-Fi before I leave you to unpack?”
I perk up. “Yes, please.”
He shoves his hands in his pockets. “You have an adapter?”
“Adapter?” I need to adapt to all kinds of things.
“For yourcomputadora?”
“Oh, yes, I do.” I sit down at the desk, rummage in my backpack, pulling out laptop, books, and notebook, and hand the adapter to him.
He plugs in my computer,asks me to log on, then I turn the laptop over to him. After typing in the Wi-Fi password, he says, “I’ll write it down too, just in case.”
Leaning over me to open the desk drawer, I glimpse the smooth, tan, touchable side of his torso, a sliver of skin above his belt where his shirt pops up. Pulling out a sheet of paper and a pencil, Tavo writes down the password—aceitedeOliva—in curvyEuropean writing, and turns to leave, then pauses in the doorway. “I shall leave you to get settled.” I nod. “Dinnera las diez.”
“Wait. Dinner at ten?” My stomach rumbles.
He grins. “We like to eat in the dark.” And he turns on his heel and disappears.
I sit for a moment jittering my foot against the floor.
I did it. I left Iowa. I’m here in Spain.
“I’m in Spain!”I shriek aloud, then cover my mouth with my hand.
