D Y L A N
Blinking her eyes open, Dylan awoke out of her deep slumber naturally, as if she had gotten the perfect measure of rest the night prior.
Propping herself up on her elbows, her head lightly pounded from all of the alcohol she consumed on an empty stomach last night.
She scratched at her itchy extensions as she fully sat up, noticing that Trina had left, and her body was completely nude.
She just quietly yawned, swinging her legs over the couch and planting them firmly on the floor beneath her.
The events from last night were beginning to flood back vividly, and Dylan didn't even try to contain the goofy smile that adorned her lips.
Trina had genuinely given her an experience to remember.
So much so, that she could feel the moistness in between her legs still.
Her tongue was lethal with the looks to match.
Even though Dylan didn't explicitly consider herself 'gay' by any stretch of the word, meeting Trina was making her consider it just based off of that one small encounter.
It wasn't like the relationships that she had with men were necessarily unfulfilling, but they had rarely showed her the care and consideration that Trina did last night.
Especially when it came to her body.
That was the main reason for Roman securing her attention the way he did.
Despite his rugged outward appearance, he was the first man that had consistently been both gentle and patient with her.
It was making her fall in love with him, which was something she'd never thought would happen. Not so soon at least.
Her distant and aloof nature kept her convinced that she would never find a connection as healthy as her and Roman's grew to be.
But sitting here naked and fully sober, Mel infiltrated her thoughts, erasing those sweet memories right away.
It brought her back to their conversation in his car that night before their date.
No matter how much she wanted to deny reality, she had already know that a man like him couldn't stay loyal to one woman.
He was just too handsome, young, and successful with way too many options.
It was disheartening, but it was the truth.
Finally glancing at her coffee table, she saw a torn piece of brown colored paper that Trina left.
Picking it up, she read over it with a timid smile.
I had an amazing time last night beautiful. I hope you did too.
Text me whenever you get the chance babe.
404-554-4968
Folding the thin piece of paper in half, she held it in her hand as she stood up and stretched, picking up her clothes and then her purse off of the couch before walking up to her bedroom.
She placed it down on her dresser before grabbing her phone out of her bag, hanging it on the doorknob.
She wanted to save her number before she forgot, because she without a doubt going to see her again.
