Would You Hate Me Then?

No More Red Tape

"Goodbye, hopefully we'll see each other soon," he hummed, agreeing with me as I ended the call. I ran my fingers through my hair before making my way to the bathroom in the main room. Planning on taking a shower I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and it dawned on me... my fucking eyes. "Shit," I said aloud to no one, I'll have to get colored contacts because wearing shades indoors? Aside from it being suspicious, it's not something I'd like to do. Just have to catch a cab and go somewhere that sells that kind of crap... I rolled my eyes before turning on the shower.

Stripping to nothing before entering to feel the water rise with steam as it trailed down my body. I smirked to myself, recalling what happened only a day or so ago... the way he held me in his arms, the way he kissed me... I felt my heart skip a beat just thinking about it. Biting my lip a little I proceeded to clean my hair and what not. All the while thinking of him, thinking of the things we've done. All those times we've kissed, and now the two times we've done... other things. I couldn't help but laugh softly to myself, I've lost it finally and I don't care.

Eyes closed I thought, and thought. Remember how his hands roamed, firmly holding onto me beneath the sheets. His forehead pressed to mine as he leaned into me, becoming as close as possible only to take my breath away. Lips dragging across my skin, down my neck to my chest only to kiss every inch... taking his time, proving he wanted more than just that moment. It wasn't just lust... it wasn't just desire... it's love, an obsessed sort of love.

I opened my eyes when I heard my phone go off, signaling someone had messaged me. I shook my head, feeling embarrassed to be so giddy over thoughts... but I can't help myself. I turned the shower off, having finished showering anyhow. I grabbed a fresh towel to dry myself off with before I grasped my phone in my right hand. Tapping on the screen I noticed a text from him, thinking of you love... I noticed a picture of a wine bottle which caused me to laugh. I responded with, how dare you drink without me. Wasn't but a moment before he answered wittily, I'm saving most of it to share. With a roll of my eyes I texted him goodnight once again and told him to stop distracting me from trying to sleep. 'It's hard to sleep knowing you're miles and miles away... and I can't hold you till you fall asleep.' I bit my lip slightly to hold back a smile that probably still showed upon my lips. I of course had to declare once again I needed to sleep, but that I wished of course that I could be with him. 'Fine, but I'm still going to whine about this later.' Laughing aloud, I answered with a simple of course.

I sauntered over to my closet that still harbors clothes, finding a black t-shirt and a pair of underwear to put on. After that I pulled back the covers on my pretty much untouched bed and laid down. I pulled the covers back over me and stared up at the ceiling, realizing that perhaps I never slept in this bed because it's not particularly comfortable...

I woke suddenly, eyes snapping to the right at the sound of a car horn honking abruptly. I sat up with a frustrated sigh, fucking city traffic. I peered at the clock on my phone seeing that it was about six thirty whilst a chorus of angry drivers caused way too much noise altogether. I shook my head from side to side, getting up only to walk over to my closet. I grabbed a pair of black dress pants, and a long sleeved blouse after realizing my closet has like... no regular clothes. I suppose I did take quite a few sets of clothes to Africa, I was there for a bit before the outbreak turned the whole area insane. Oh well...

I turned to the right where, beside the window, there is a bookshelf with stacks of books on each of the three tiers. I never did finish reading even half of those books... pity. I stepped towards the bookshelf only to pluck a specific book from the top shelf. It would seem like a normal, insignificant book to most however it is where I keep a stack of cash in case of... like when you leave all your shit in a different continent. I grabbed a few hundred dollars, knowing that would be enough to get me to a place that has colored contact lenses. Then after that the agency where I will prove that I'm not crazy to Lewis.