Incubus

| - 5

The time until morning is hell. I can't sleep and my mind drifts to him all the time. The fact that I don't know his name really starts to annoy me. Why the fuck didn't I ask? I am such an idiot. After hours of turning in my bed and walking through my apartment, I can't take it anymore and call mom. I get greeted with a yawn.

"Morning, Kodi. Why are you calling so early?", her voice is sleepy and I think I interrupted her sleep. Fuck, I forgot that it is Saturday and she doesn't work on Saturdays.

"Sorry mom, but I need your advice about something", I sound really worried. I haven't heard my voice in the last hours, but apparently, I am more freaked out than I thought. My mom hears it as well.

"What's wrong? You sound worried."

"I don't know maybe it is nothing, but I have this feeling ..."

"Go on tell me", I heard clinging dishes in the background.

"I'll wait till you have your coffee", I tell her.

"Thanks", she puts her phone aside. After a minute I hear her picking it back up.

"Okay, tell me everything", I imagine her sitting in the kitchen in her nightgown, legs crossed in the one hand her coffee, in the other the phone.

"On Thursday I met this guy just random on the streets and I don't know how to describe it, but he was just so alluring. His voice and his face and his body. I just couldn't resist. I actually lost control. I pumped him full of my energy and we ended up at his place. The sex was phenomenal. But it was different than all the other times. It wasn't just him, who was high on it. I was too and I can't remember the whole thing. All I know is that I woke up at his place in the morning, sleepy and satisfied, but drained at the same time. And I don't know what I should make of it."

"That is strange for you, but this is not what is bothering you, is it?"

"No. Maybe it has nothing to do with each other, but yesterday I was out with some friends and I accidentally leaked and it must have been a large amount. My friend was high as if someone had spiked his drink three times. And", I make a pause, " since Thursday I think of this guy all the time. I can't get him out of my mind."

My mom chuckles: "Have you fallen for him?"

"Why does everyone think that?", this is getting annoying.

"Who else thinks that?", she asks curiously.

"My friends."

"Have you finally come out to them? Congratulations", I am sure she is clapping silently.

"Thanks. Yeah, I told them yesterday. But I don't think I have fallen for him. Yes, he is gorgeous, maybe even so gorgeous that I have thought about going back for another time, but I am primarily concerned. I don't understand what happened that night. It just happened so fast. From one moment to the other I am all over this guy."

"It sounds interesting. I have never heard of something like this before", great she can't help me either. "I would just go back to him and see if it happens a second time." That is typical of my mom. She is the crazy one in our family. Although before she met dad she was way worse than she is now, or so I was told. My dad is the reasonable one. They are both all about being happy, but my dad thinks before he does something, while my mom just dives right in.

"That could be a problem", I say. When mom doesn't make a sound I continue: "He kicked me out the next morning and he has a daughter."

"Koda", she says with a highly disappointing voice, "what did I tell you about married people?"