Wait until the music's over

30. Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more

"Good night" I whisper into Angela's ear. Her body was lying under mine just seconds ago, whereas she's now huddled up under the covers and has her back towards me, small shivers still running through her spine.

"Again?"

"Again? What do you mean?" I ask her as I hug her from behind.

"It's the third time you tell me good night, Jerry, but you're still awake. Looks like you're not in the mood for sleeping tonight, are you?" she slurs with her face buried into the pillow.

"I'm just too happy to sleep" I confess as I slightly pull away the covers and her hair from her nape and start tickling her with the tip of my nose and my lips.

"Really? And why?"

"Because you forgave me"

"If only I had known, I'd have waited until tomorrow, at least I would have managed to get some sleep tonight" she remarks after a short silence break, in which I honestly thought she had fallen asleep.

"Mmm... judging by your face before, it didn't look like you were upset about me keeping you awake..."

"It was all a big scene, you know I'm into movies and acting..." she retorts, grasping my hand under the sheets, as I was caressing her hip, and giving a little squeeze.

"Sure"

"I did a little show to make you finish soon, so I could go back to sleep"

"Shit, your mind is evil"

"Don't flatter me like that, you make me blush"

"I thought I had lost you... lost you forever" I tell her, holding her closer.

"Of course, you thought you'd got rid of me, and you did your best... but I ruined your plans" she slightly raises her head, turning around and giving me a sly smile.

"Lucky me, I have you ruin them"

"Seriously, I hope I won't have any more plans to ruin in the future"

"There won't be any, no more self boycotts" I tell her pulling her closer and making her turn on her back.

"If you piss me off again, you're dead, I'm warning you" she threatens me with her eyes closed, casually stretching her hand out and caressing my hair.

"It's not gonna happen, I promise..."

"I hope so"

"The next one who's gonna interrupt us right when we're about to fuck is a dead man too" I joke and expect another embarrassed comment for tonight's incident with Eddie. Anyway, after another long silence break I understand she's fallen asleep for real now "Good night, babe" I kiss her cheek and hold her tight once again, resting my head on ther chest and drifting to sleep almost immediately.

Less than half an hour later I'm awakened by Angie, who's already on top of me.

***

Images of that night of forgiveness and sex roll in my mind like frames in slow motion, while the picture before my eyes right now is the one of Angie sitting on the store's counter, staring at me with an obscure look. As incomprehensible as the two words she's saying. What the fuck does it mean she forgives me? It can't be, I must have misheard. How many times I've dreamt about living another night like that one again, the one after our fight because of what happened in New York. Since she left me I've been daydreaming thousands of times about us possibly kiss and make up or shit like that. I've been daydreaming since last night too, when I was getting back home and heard her voice from the answering machine, and I literally jumped on the phone to get it. I've been daydreaming the whole night, thinking that I'd have seen her again, but... actually, I thought it was nothing more than a fantasy. After all, how could it be any different? It's not just me making something stupid or simply telling her a lie, the mess I made is gigantic, how can I even think she would just...