It has been a while since I feel settled. For some reason, I feel unsettled inside. I've been out and about a few times in the last few months, but I haven't been able to bring myself to have as much fun and satisfaction. My mind would sometimes drift to an image of a woman. When I go out, my eyes would scan the crowd to look for her. It was never unconscious. I know exactly what I'm doing. But can I risk another meeting? To meet or not to meet. That is the question.
When I finally succumbed to the desire of seeing her again, one night I was imagining her with me, I sent her a message. I found myself smiling. When she asked for my number, I thought she would contact me as soon as we parted. Didn't happen. She's stronger than me. Or maybe she has already forgotten about me. That thought erased the smile on my face. Would she respond?
"Hi. Who's this?" The reply came within three minutes. I scrubbed a hand over my face. Is she serious?
"It's Mike." Why did I give her my actual name? I could've been Cody or something.
"Mike who?" I stared at those two words. Could she have forgotten me already? I laughed, mocking myself. And here I was, pining for her attention.
"The one who wouldn't take the two of us to my place or your place." This would be the last one. If she still doesn't remember, it's time to forget about her.
"I was just pulling your leg. Hi, miss me already?" Really now? I wonder if she's being truthful. I scowled at the phone.
"What would you have done if I hadn't replied? I was about ready to delete this thread." The truth. I remember her saying that she wouldn't text me a second time until I reply to her previous text.
"Cry. No, don't do that. I missed you." Her next text sent a chill and a warmth through my body. Go figure. I don't like the idea of her developing feelings, but at the same time I like the fact that she missed me. If she's telling the truth, that is, and not simply pulling my leg.
"When can we meet?" I went directly for it.
"Ohhh... using your booty call already? You only get to use it once." I could imagine her expression. She would've winked at that last sentence.
I stopped myself, almost admitting that I did miss her. I deleted the string of texts I already typed on my phone.
"Yeah, haven't seen anyone as hot as you." There, plain desire and seduction.
"I'm flattered. A bit busy these days, though."
"Text me when you're available?" She's not exactly a booty call. I frowned. She was only joking that time. I don't think for one second that she's that type of person. She's playful, though. That much is evident. I believe she was only trying to create another opportunity for us.
"Got it. Do hit reply so I can send you a message over when the time comes." I chuckled at her reminder.
Before I could type in a question that would be almost personal, I stopped myself. I couldn't get invested in this.
"Do tell." I sent before throwing my phone away on the bedside drawer. Sleep. That's what I need.
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Our Lovely Nights (Original, English Version)
RomanceMike is holding on to a sliver of hope. It was a long shot. It will take a long time. And in between, he finds himself forgetting his rules to keep other people safe. Would he risk his heart again? Would he risk someone again? His failures in the pa...
