This is L.o.v.e. like it should be

IV. The night

It was 3 a.m. when Ava was awakened by a thought: we broke up. She still couldn't believe this was her new reality.

"It will be another day without him," she thought to herself, triggering a wave of sadness deep inside her.

"Stop, Ava!" she asked herself, moving to the other side of the bed. Ava was so tired. She just wanted to fall back to sleep, but instead, she started feeling an annoying pressure inside her chest, like her heart was being held by a firm hand which was promising to squeeze until it exploded.

Time passed as she was kept awake by that same pressure. It just wouldn't stop!

"Why can't you sleep?" she protested against herself, moving once more to the opposite side. "Just sleep..."

It wasn't working.

Question after question, she wouldn't stop wondering how he was feeling, what was he doing, where he was.

"Maybe he misses me..." she wished, opening her eyes to check her phone.

She sat on bed and gazed at the phone, hesitating to pick it up.

"Just do it..."

After breathing deeply once, she turned on the phone's screen, only to have it display: "No messages."

Her eyes instantly closed.

"I don't want to go through another day without you," she whispered, as she buried her face in her pillow.

She turned on her phone's screen again to check the time. It was 4am. She had to be up for work soon, so Ava laid once again on her back and closed her eyes, wishing she could stop thinking about him.

Some time went by, and suddenly, she was wearing something different.

She felt the light wind coming in through the window, pushing the curtains and touching her skin. Ava raised her head and faced the mirror. Moving her hands around her body, she felt her skin getting cold in the middle of the night. The only light she had was the moonlight shining through the window.

Ava felt her neck so soft, while her hand slowly went down, passing by her breasts only covered by a red bra made of silk. Then, she let her hand slip between her breasts and felt her heart beating. Slowly.

The pressure was gone.

The window made a surprising sound, as the wind picked up.

"Rain," she heard. A storm had just started, making her bedroom feel emptier and colder.

"He enjoys when it rains," she remembered, smiling.

Ava closed her eyes and placed her hand on her neck, remembering the feeling of his touch. Remembering his smell, as his arms would wrap her waist before he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Her fingers moved to her own lips, where she pretended them to be his full, tasty lips. "Strawberries and chocolate," was the last memory she had of them.

The free hand, let two fingers slip in her bra. She squeezed her nipple softly, still pretending it was him. Then her lips kissed her own fingers, causing her to let a soft moan escape.

"Mm..."

She began squeezing and pulling her nipple, as she sucked the fingers now inside of her mouth. The hand on her breast started moving down, until it reached her silk panties. Ava got the same two fingers inside of her panties, and she was getting close to her... when he appeared from behind, and held her hand.

"Let me do it," he asked.

"Julien..." her heart started racing.

"Shush!" he whispered close to her ear, making it sound like an order, while placing his hands on her waist to position her butt in a way she would feel his growing erection.

Ava was biting her own lips to contain a moan.

"I want to hear you," he kept whispering, pulling her body closer. "Move your hips..."

She obeyed. Ava moved her hips, while he would control how much she could move them.

"Who is my girl?" he said now in a flat voice.

"Ava! Ava!" someone was knocking on the door. "Your shower broke during the night. There's water everywhere! Turn it off!"

Suddenly, Ava opened her eyes and heard the noises from the broken shower. It sounded like rain...

"Rain... It was just a dream..."