On steamy, hot summer days, the parched soil cracks like ice into jagged lines resembling lightning blowing up the midnight sky. Summer craves to be quenched and begs to feel the invigorating shower that only rain can douse. It takes what it can get...
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Since that night at my apartment, Rain and I have been seeing each other regularly. The sex has been incredible, and our connection remains strong. We still haven't put a label on whatever this is between us. All I know is that I enjoy the time I get to spend with him, especially between the sheets.
We had decided to meet today after work at McGrath's. I walk in and am shocked to see some woman with her hands all over Rain and him just sitting there allowing this thirsty bitch to hang on him.
What the hell? He knows that I'm meeting him here. Why would he risk me seeing this exchange between him and whoever the hell this tramp is? I stop in my tracks, trying to get my emotions in check. I see Gus eyeing me worriedly from the bar. He sees Rain, and he also knows that Rain and I have spent a lot of time together.
I think about turning my ass around to go home—screw Rain. Instead, I hold my head high and walk over to Rain and his plus one.
"I'm sorry, am I interrupting?" I place my arm around Rain's neck and kiss his cheek.
The bitch looks at me like I'm the one trying to steal her man from her. I make it evident to her that I'm checking out where her arm is wrap around him. I cock an eyebrow, daring her to take this a step further. It's Rain that moves away from her.
"Hey, Babe." He dares to act as the epitome of innocence.
"Rain," I say while staring daggers at the bitch. "Who's your friend?"
Rain looks at the woman, then turns to me. "I have no idea."
I ignore, for the moment, that he allowed this woman to hang all over him upon my arrival and has no idea who the hell she is.
We both stare at her desperate ass. "Stacy." She weakly replies, realizing that she was not going to be going home with my man.
Wait, my man? Rain is not my man. Then why am I so jealous of Tracy, I mean Stacy? Rain is not mine. He never claimed to be mine. He is not mine.
Mine. My heart replies. My brain counteracts, not mine. Mine, damn my heart.
I whisper seductively into Rain's ear. "Want to go to my place?"
He takes one look at me, throws a twenty on the bar, and we leave good ole Tracy, shit, Stacy, alone at the bar without even a glance her way. I smile to myself. Take that, tramp!
The minute we were out the door, I want to go crazy on him. I didn't. We have no claims staked on each other. He can do whatever the hell he wants with other women. My heart twitches at this thought.
Come on, heart, you need to be impenetrable. No heartstrings attached, remember? That was our agreement. Have fun, enjoy the sex, and above all else, do not fall in love.
After calming down my jealous heart and rebuilding the damn wall around it, I decided to approach the subject more pleasantly.
"Is it common for a random woman to attach themselves to you like a koala to its eucalyptus tree?"
