The phone line went dead, but I didn't care. The screen flashed back to where I was previously and by now all those pictures of Angelique I had lined up to delete was ready to be permanently erased. The trash icon glowed and tilted before all the memories vanished; never to be seen or desired by me anymore.
I was infuriated as I flopped under the covers on the bed and stuck my earbuds into my head. I blared my music on full blast in attempts to kill any thought of that bitch and what she said. It didn't matter to me if she was cheating on me or not, hell, I was over it about the time she was apparently. She means little-to-nothing to me anymore.
I cranked up the volume enough to block out anything and everything, bid it come. I closed my eyes.
There was a push on my shoulder, a light one that made me turn over. There were marvelous green eyes there with sadness leaking in their irises.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were listening to music." She said when I paused my song and took my buds out.
"Don't worry about it Babygirl. What's wrong?"
She shrugged. "I'm just feeling a little homesick is all."
I smiled at her. It's been so long that I've felt homesickness. It was second nature to me almost when I was younger.
"Do you wanna lay down?" I asked her. I meant it as a nice gesture, but even so, there was a ball of excitement building in my belly.
"Sure. Can I take the wall side?"
I nodded. "Yeah, of course." I saw what she was wearing-a long black tee and boy-shorts underneath- as she threw her leg over my waist to go to the otherside. She was over my area, practically mounting me, with her hands on my v-line when I couldn't resist. Her hair fell over her shoulders, her lips were a little ajar.......
I grabbed her hips, making her stop.
"Jesse?" She said lightly. I pulled her a little down on top of me to where 'she' was resting over me. Her breath was almost unnoticeable, but there was excitement in her eyes. The sparks in my belly went lower and lower....
She reached for her shirt and took it off, revealing a bright blue leopard bra. I sat up and popped the clip that was between her breasts on the front and tossed the bra to the floor. I fondled her chest, rubbing and feeling the roundness and her hard nipples. I pressed my thumb into her right nipple, making her moan. I sucked on the other; tracing my tongue over it.
"Mmm, Jesse." She breathed. She arched her back around my other hand that held the small of her spine. I felt the lace on her black boy-shorts.
"Jesse...Jesse please. Oh!" She moaned, now grinding on me and my hard.
"I will, I will!" I said frantically. I leaned over, placing her under me.....
I woke up, the music still blaring in my ears. I pulled out the buds and sat up.
"Fuck." I rubbed my eyes and dropped my hands in my lap to realize that my hard was sitting up just like I was. Did I really just dream about her? Again?
I checked my phone since my sense of reality was confused at the moment. The texts from Angelique were there, and my call-log confirmed we did in fact talk, which told me that we did argue and we weren't a thing anymore. Not like a care. But the dream....
The room was dark and the hotel was particularly silent. Everyone was asleep. Afterall, it was 1:46 a.m. I fell back and ran a hand through my hair.
Even if it was just a dream, it felt so real.
Real enough for me to want it to happen.
