Chapter 2
I woke up to the sound of car horns blaring at the darkness. I hear them honking and honking, then a vast silence. I can't sleep. Not after my dreams were again of you. Opening my eyes, I could see nothing but the glistening memory of you.
My dreams again pervade with relentless thoughts of you and somehow there's this deja vu feeling that I dismiss. I feel like I've been doing this before and I feel like somehow there's this quiet melancholic dirge playing incessantly in my head.
Your tattoos, I remember them clearly now.
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Your back lingers on my palms. The way I held you close and your careful, searching eyes bore through mine. I blew smoke circles in the air, rising towards the ceilings of your apartment. The way you snuggled up close to me and held my hand, underneath the covers that protected our nakedness - this is what is contentment.
We both knew that this was more than sex. The way that I knew that looking through your eyes that mirrors the same unwavering look in yours : we agree amidst our selves that we could only continue on like this. You scoot closer, and I feel your heart pulsing through our skin.
"Fuck, I don't know how you do it but..." I reached out and held her hand underneath the covers. I look to her straight in the face, her eyes glazed and moist. "...And how you make me turned on, but this is right."
"Thanks."
She looked at me with curiosity. Maybe she thinks this is too funny for us, talking all serious and shit. She twisted sideways, so that the covers fell down towards her breasts, and smirked.
"Can't take another round?"
"Only if you wanted to. Up to the challenge?"
"No. I'm getting tired. Besides, I think you already had your fill of me." She then sat up and looked around. She was looking for the clothes we had strewn across the floor in our haste for each other.
"Babe, I had filled you." I grinned, and tossed her her brassiere, which was lying across the side table. She clutched at it in mid-air and quickly put it on.
"Yeah, hard and rough. Just the way we like it." She stood up, bending down, and got into her panties.
"Just the way you like it."
She put on her pants on and shirt on and faced me. She had that content look on her face as she tried to force down her smile.
"Who said anything about not wanting rough sex?" I could see her cocking me that grin in my mind, although she was trying to be complacent.
"Hey, you're going so soon?"
"No more round twos and fives and eights. Or I'll be fucking late to work again." She picked up her satchel and walked away. I hurriedly stood up to accompany her, not even bothering to put something on. She felt me rushing to her as she walked towards the door and stopped, turning.
"Well, I'm going."
"Call you later. And check your phone once in a while."
"You sound like my boyfriend."
"You sound like my mother."
She laughed. "So you fuck your mother hard?"
"Don't make me laugh. Can't you be late for just a little while?"
"No. You know how we end this as always, right?" She opened my front door and walked out.
"Besides, I even don't know why I go back to your bed every night."
