I N S T I N C T I V E

(Ten.)

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Same Night

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Ramona let out a sigh before she let her words flow from her mouth. Brittany and Gwen stared at her over the FaceTime call in hesitation. "Are you okay Ramona? Why do you look like you're going to say something bad?" Asked Gwen. "Is everything going fine with you and Dwight?" Asked Brittany.

"That's the thing..." Sighed Ramona. She was currently laying above the sheets in Dwights' bed, her MacBook screen shining brightly on her face. It was previously being used to check the current status of the construction. "Are you doing okay?" Asked Gwen. "I'm doing fine...he's treating me fine, but...I don't know. Things have been going well for us these past months especially with the construction going well for the restaurant. But...there's something about him. I don't know what it is. I mean I have an idea, but..." Ramona trailed off. "I'm not understanding what you mean, Ramona." Said Brittany.

Ramona looked into her lap. "When we...first slept together...it wasn't the way I expected. It was wild and raunchy in a way that was a new experience for me...but there's more to it than that." Said Ramona.

"He had this look in his eyes. As if he had become an entirely different person. He was so wild and energetic, almost like...like an animal." She said. And he asked me to scratch his back with my nails while I held held him close to me. I did it at first thinking it was just him trying to...I don't know, spice things up like men always do. But he asked for more. For me to do it deeper. And when I did, he...-" She trailed off.

"The scratches on his back were deep. And I was so so embarrassed and kicking myself for doing this to him, because I felt like it was more damage done than just...trying to be wild for fun. He was almost bleeding and swollen and...when I told him how I felt he acted so unbothered about it. Telling me that I didn't need to worry because he asked for it." She said. Her friends' eyes slowly started to widen, shock starting to become present.

"And the second time we slept together...he played some strange game to provoke me. To...make me frustrated enough to get angry at him. He told me not to let him take advantage, and so I had become so annoyed with him that I forced him to...not restrain me anymore. And his eyes were dark just like they were before, and-" Ramona sighed, rubbing the top of her eyebrow with her index finger.

"He's so caring, and incredibly sweet, but I remember once before he made this joke about how he was so devoted to me. And then I found-" She cut herself off. "Found what?" Asked her friends in unison. She shook her head. "Nothing. You get the point." She said.

Her friends let out scoffs with grins on their faces. "Ramona Davis, you've got one of those men, huh?" Said Brittany. "What?" Ramona asked. "Come on Ramona, use that NYU brain of yours. He's a little kinky, hun." Said Gwen.

"Yeah, I figured..." Ramona said, shaking her head. "Why do you look so down about it? Do you know how exciting it is to find a man like that nowadays? Especially one who wants you to make the moves. You have hit the jackpot." Said Brittany. "Okay, I can deal with that if it's in the bedroom. I can't judge him for that, almost everyone has those things that may be a little unique that they like, but..." She said.

"But what? He's a freak in the bedroom. That's it and that's all, Ramona. There's nothing to be worried about." Said Gwen. Ramona wanted to tell them about all of the other things that he does that makes his form of affection stand out from others. But by this time she realized that her friends likely wouldn't take it as seriously as she did. They didn't seem to be understanding what she was trying to say, or understand why she seemed so uneasy about it. Perhaps it was the way she was explaining it?