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Let's Dance...

CHAPTER 7

Stepping into the shower, my head is spinning with thoughts, possible scenarios... anything to explain what happened last night. I'm even more sure now that I was awake when this happened. I can still feel him on me, inside of me. His hands in my hair. I can still hear his voice whispering deeply in my ear. 

It was all too real to be a figment of my imagination. I'm even beginning to wonder if the dream from a few nights ago was even a dream at all. Why me? Why now? What is the correlation? I stand under the stream of the shower as it falls on my chest, fully immersed in my thoughts.

After what seems like hours, I step out to get ready to start my day. Feeling carefree today, I decide to wear a pair of destressed denim skinny jeans, a slightly oversized graphic tee, with a plaid long sleeved shirt over top. I grab a coordinating pair of Jordan 1s, a beanie, and jewelry to compliment the fit. 

I head downstairs just in time to let Brandon and his crew in. "Hi!" Greeting them with a smile and a wave as they step inside. 

"Hey! You seem to be a good mood this morning." Brandon looks at me with expecting eyes. 

"I am." I say with a bright smile. "I'll be out today, so call me if you need me." I grab my crossbody bag and my phone, then I'm out the door.

On my way to the mall, I try to relax as Kai serenades me through my car speakers. Blue, one of my favorite songs, rides the wind and swirls around my body, bringing only temporary peace. My thoughts are overtaken with the memory of my experiences over the past week. Both took place in my bedroom... could the house be haunted. No way. There's no such thing as ghosts, right? Right?! 

There is no other explanation. Who could it be? If I were to compare the two incidences, there were similar in that I could not see anyone. There was also a distinct aroma and sense of familiarity. The smell was citrusy, sweet, yet musky, and spicy. I can't put it into words but just the thought of it has my pussy clenching around the memory. 

The first occurrence seemed masculine yet soft. There was care in the way the presence touched my body. He took his time, and his only focus was to make me feel better; tender, like a mother's love. The second was darker. While still caring, he was lustful and passionate. They felt like completely different "people". Ugh... I'm spiraling again. Maybe a little shopping will help to distract me.

Feeling luxurious today, I make my way to the Louis Vuitton store. I'm not usually into designer brands buy why not? I purchase a few things that I love then make my way to a few other stores. Fendi, Prada, Burberry... I'm really just window shopping but still end up picking up a few pieces here and there. I purchase some bath bombs, body washes, and body butters from Lush before heading to Sephora. I need to pick up more skin care products as I'm almost out. When my shopping spree comes to an end, I load my things in the trunk, grab lunch, and head back home.

I lug my purchases upstairs and change into more comfortable clothes. Throwing on a pair of joggers and an oversized tee, I bounce downstairs to check in with Brandon. We discuss a few details before I make my way downstairs and out to the pool house. Going straight to the dance studio, while opening my music app. Selecting a random playlist, I sit and start to stretch. I lean forward, pulling the purple elastic from my wrist to place my curls in a messy top bun. 

I Got Five on It by Luniz plays in the background and I stand, starting to move once I'm warmed up. My body moves effortlessly, continuing to freestyle, I get more and more into my own groove. I dance for what seems like an hour straight. The music changes from Luniz to Craig Mack to 2Pac to Chris Brown to City Girls. It's like my limbs are moving on their own... as if I've danced my whole life. My body not my own.