Stories from Cameroon, part III

So, we’re back from the beach. It’s quite a long trip and I refuse to go in the same car with A. My colleagues are far safer... and we prefer to be all together squeezed in one car.
We go to the house and cook some sweets while A. Takes pics of me working. It’s getting kind of annoying this pics thing now. He helps in the kitchen... I can see he knows what he’s doing. I like guys who enjoy cooking btw. We have a tea, chat for a long while and then we decide to go somewhere to have a drink. He’s been all the time sitting by my side.
We go to this place and start playing pool in pairs. He wants to play with me though he knows I suck at pool. But the way he gives me advice is cute. I can feel he’s trying to get closer to me, the music there is cool also. He tells me so and I’m glad that he likes the same type of music I like. That gives me a sense of proximity. Gosh I like the him....that’s why I inmediately start talking with somebody else, deliberately turning my back on him even tough I feel he’s waiting for me to come back. I don’t. I can’t allow myself to get carried away.
We finish our drinks and we move. Some people want to go to bed and others want to go to another place but I prefer not to say anything. We finally head for the hotel. A. is going in another car but before he gets into it he pulls the back pocket of my pants and gives me a look that I prefer not to remember. All the way to the hotel the guys are craking jokes about A, betting that he will be waiting for me at the lobby. When we get to the hotel A. Is not there. I don’t say anything. We’re waiting for the lift when A. Shows up. He was hidden somewhere waiting for us. Trying to look nonchalant he offers me a coconut. LOL. I avoid the guys look. He starts asking cheerfully who wants to go to sleep but we all ignore him. I can feel I’m blushing.
Once I’m alone in my room I can’t sleep. I need to talk to him. I can’t leave it like this.... Guess what, I call him, and guess what, he’s not answering. I insist and insist but he’s not answering. I’m really pissed by now. Damn it. What does he think I’m going to do to him? Rape him????.
I barely sleep and next morning at breakfast I tell him that I need to talk before he leaves for the office. He goes to the pool bar and waits for me there. I don’t know how to start... I was calling you last night. Really I didn’t hear anything, I disconnected the phone. Cut the crap pls.... I don’t know why you’re behaving like that. I want to be honest with you. I like you but I have a boyfriend. We’re not in the best of our times but even if we’re about to break up this is not right, and I don’t want you to think I’m messing around with you or something, because I really like you, but this is just not rigth. He starts stuttering... well, nothing has happened because I didn’t want anything to happen (Excuse me?????). What would be the point? In two days you’d be gone. You were all the time with your colleagues, was difficult to talk to you at ease. I have a great respect for you but I don’t trust myself.... It’s better this way. Whatever. You are very special in your own sort of way, I’ve never met a girl like you who enjoyed traveling around Africa as much as me. And I’m impressed of how you’ve been mature enough to talk to me openly about it. Well, it was eating me inside, that’s why I was calling you last nigth... I needed to tell you because I didn’t want you to think I was fooling around with you. I’m not that type of girl. He’s still stuttering. Well I’m not like you. I can’t talk about my feelings like that. Not even with my close friends, not that I have many. Besides, I don’t understand what can you like about me (oh... come on, now you want me to tell you how charming you are?). I just don’t know. Only know that I liked you from the first time I saw you on the lift, when I didn’t even know I was going to work with you, but I’m with somebody else and this just cannot be. I can tell by the way he looks at me that he remembers the first time we met on the lift also. He insist. I don’t know what can you like about me. Well A., I think we should move now or you’ll be late to work. He’s still dumbstruck. OK, but please I don’t want you to think that I was playing with you because it’s not the case. It’s cool A., don’t worry, let’s go now....
He seems so dejected the rest of the day. I’m cool though... I feel much better after having dumped everything inside me. We have lunch as a farewell together with all the team but I don’t seat by him. He’s looking at me all the time so intently that I’m about to tease him but I guess it wouldn’t be nice to do that in front of everybody. I avoid his eyes. At the end of the meal he throws the chocolate he got with his coffee to my head, from the other side of the table. I’m puzzled. He looks so shy but he’s not embarrassed of doing idiotic things with all the people there. I thank him avoiding his eyes. I rush because we need to do some shopping before packing and he says he’ll wait for us at the hotel. We meet later... I pack while the guys are having a beer with A. by the pool. When I finish and join them he sits by me, asking me what do I want to drink. He’s more nervous than ever... moving all the time, getting up...coming back.. dropping his cigarrettes. Staring at me. One of the times I hold his gaze. My stomach falls to the floor. We can’t take the eyes off each other. The guys want to go early to the airport so they get up and go for the luggage. Are you going also? A. Asks me. I can stay five minutes more....but as soon as we’re alone I decide to pay and leave since I’m nervous also. He wants to help me with the bags. The guys will help me, dont worry. I don’t want to be alone with him in my room. No way. He seems disappointed. I’ll wait for you at the lobby then.
When I go down everybody is waiting for me there. All my colleagues say goodbye to A. In Spain we usually give two kisses to friends, and A. knows that. He saw me kissing everybody else goodbye. So when I turn to him he want to shake hands with me. He’s offering me his hand with a fake serious face. Come off it !!, I say, and he insists. Then he bursts out laughing and he opens his arms wide. Without knowing what I’m doing I jump into his open arms and he hugs me, holding me tight. I can feel I’m blushing and at the same time my eyes are filling with tears. Damn it... I just can’t start crying now. Not now!!!. I finally manage to control it and I head for the car without turning back hoping my colleagues cannot see my face. I’m silent all the way back to the airport...
So... anybody can shed some light on this?. I guess after the last couple of jerks in my life I’m more used to the alpha male type, and A’s behaviour is totally disconcerting to me. Any clues? Any help out there?