Shifting in the sheets, my silky legs rubbing against one another, comforting me. The wind outside blew hard against the trees, blades of rain dashed on the window above my head, rolling waves of thunder seemed to mumbled in the distance. With my bedroom dark, the only light visible was a faint line under the door.
"Right there" I seemed to moan quietly, running my hands up and down my thighs. Turning on my back, twisting and turning, my thoughts flooded my mind, causing an intense dream.
"Tom... please" I whispered, imagining him on top of me. His muscular frame in between my legs, his soft fingers caressing my body. Imagining his body, the way his abs felt on my stomach, how his muscular arms shook by the sides of my face.
My fingers found their way into my panties, continuing to give myself pleasure with the hopes it was real. "Mmmh" was all I managed to get out, until a crash of thunder shot me up in bed.
Brushing my tangled hair from my face, I removed my fingers from my panties, a groan of disappointment leaving my throat. It was 7:00am and the sun hadn't risen yet plopping down on my pillow I stared at the ceiling, making shapes in my head within the cracks and marks. Would I ever be able to kiss him again? To wake up next to him every morning, to adventure with him like we used to?
My thoughts and questions clouded my mind, creating so much build up of frustration. Perhaps Micheal was a new beginning for me?
•••
"Hey sleepy head" Micheal smiled as I sat down by him. A stern old librarian glared at us as we made a scene.
"Hey" I smiled warmly, I felt my heart flicker and spin.
"Sorry I called you so early, but I am really nervous for this exam this morning" he whispered, tapping his pencil softly in between his fingers.
"It's okay, I need to study also" I whispered, in a happy tone. Opening my book, I grabbed my notebook out of my bag, along with a pencil. "Where do you wanna start?" I said after I was situated.
"How about dinner tonight?" He looked up, curiosity in his eyes. "My place?"
I felt my insides flip, while a smile slowly crept on my face, "what's on the menu?" A flirtatious tone arranging from my voice.
"How does tacos sound?" He said unsure.
"Sounds good" I smiled, "what time?"
"6 o'clock" he smiled proudly to himself, turning to write down definitions on his paper.
••••
"Hey! Come on in" Micheal greeted me at the door, a dress shirt and khakis arranged nicely on his body, his tan skin contrasting with the white on his shirt. "You look great" he looked me up and down softly, guiding me to the kitchen.
"Thanks" I blushed, "you look great too" I smiled. The house smelt great, like a restaurant, and the sight was impressive.
"I hope it's not too much" he stood next to me as I took in the scene. Small lights ran the perimeter of the railing, a table and chairs placed in the center of the patio, and beautiful flowers arranged neatly on the table.
"No- no not at all" I stammered, totally impressed with the sighting. "It's beautiful" I broke my trance and reconnected me eyes with his, his seamanly blue eyes.
•••
"I didn't know you were such a great cook, if I Did id come over more often" I teases, taking a sip of champagne.
"Well, I come from a family of six and I'm the oldest so I helped my mom cook dinners most of the time" he smiled, his hair brushed back in a dashing way, combed to the side. I wasn't used to seeing him so dressed up, either he was sweaty from soccer or casual for school, it was a good look on him.
"Was your dad not in the picture?" I questioned, placing my fork and napkin on my empty plate.
"He left when I was four" he shrugged, not to affected by it, "you?"
"My dad is one of my bestfriends, my mom passed away when I was two from thyroid cancer" I watched his eyes carefully, them fill with sympathy.
"I'm sorry, that must have been hard" he said, much emotions in his eyes.
"It's okay, I mean, it's just how things have always been" I shrugged.
"Do you want to go for a walk downtown?" He smiled, taking my plate and silverware.
"I'd love to" I smiled widely.
•••
"So if you could visit any country for a year where would it be?" He laughed, continuing our thread of random questions to ask one another.
"Peru" I smiled, "well I've already been there before, but I'd love to go again" I said with a skip in my step.
"When were you there?" He walked beside me, his hands in his pockets.
I debated on whether to mention Tom, but there was no point in hiding it, "Tom took me" I smiled, "Peru is beautiful, the most beautiful places I've ever been"
"How was that?" He seemed curious.
"Well it's really warm- but the more you get up into the mountains is-" I began
"No" he laughed at himself, "I mean what is life like dating a celebrity?"
"Oh" I giggled, "I mean, it's much more private and you have to be cautious of every thing you do, but when I was with Tom everything outweighed the cons" I shrugged.
"Do you miss him?" Micheal, said, a very curious manner.
"Of course" I said taking a deep breath, "but i believe you fall in love more than once, don't you think?" I smiled playfully even if I wasn't certain in my own words.
"I do" he laughed, his hand brushing through his hair.
"Here I wanna show you something" he took my hand, leading me to a spot by the railing. "Look down" he held onto the metal bar as we both looked to the water below us.
"Oh my gosh" I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, small fishing boats decorated in fairy lights slowly drifted along the canal, people joined in each other's company.
"What?" I chuckled, feeling his eyes on me.
"Nothing" he blushed, "you're just beautiful" he took my cheek, instinctively i brought my lips up to his. The feeling was new, and I didn't want it to end, the way his lips glided over mine, the way his hands supported my jaw, all of it was a new experience. I was beginning to love having a normal life. Maybe I was right, maybe you do fall in love more than once.
