Sway

Mahagony

I'm a mess, I know it.

There was no other way to explain the reason why I was back in Riley's place. Lying on my back, naked.

For some reason when I left Charlotte at the Beats 'n Eats, I had a huge desire to be held and touched. While sitting all alone in the back of a cab after she was gone, my brain started contemplating what had just happened in SoHo. Everything started great and I was hopeful that we'd get to taste some cool food and listen to a couple live bands perform. Obviously none of that happened... well, I did have some pretty tasty waffles and chicken. Besides that though, things got weird really fast. As my head pressed against the glass window of the yellow taxi, I kept debating of whether or not I should've even brought up the whole 'date' thing. Clearly she wasn't trying to make it a date.

The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became. Before I could stop myself, I was redirecting the cab driver from Phineous's to Riley's. Apparently my body needed something... anything, that would take my mind off of the blonde.

Now here I was, sweating and panting underneath the dark haired woman as she pumped into my sweet spot. When I showed up on her steps, I didn't know what to expect. I hadn't texted her, or called. When I knocked on the door of the red stone, I waited a few moments and was anxiously surprised when she opened the door. It was only six o'clock in the evening, but she looked like she was ready to call it a night. Dressed in light grey sweatpants and a David Bowie crewneck, her curly dark hair was in tangles and her naturally tanned skin was glowing. I swallowed when our eyes met, not because I was nervous, rather, I was feeling guilty.

Sensing that I was in a weird mood, she leaned against the doorframe and spoke, "I wasn't expecting to see you..."

My right hand gently landed behind my neck, "Uh... yeah, sorry about that. I should've called first - I was just nearby and thought that I would stop by."

She nodded slowly, probably seeing right through my bullshit. To be honest, we hadn't spoken since that last time. She had texted me once last week but, I didn't respond because according to Phineous, that would be two-timing. So it was completely understandable if she felt ghosted and didn't want anything to do with my guts. To my surprise though, she pushed herself off of the doorframe and opened it wide enough so that I could enter into the familiar condo.

It was sparkling clean, nothing out of place or mismatched. The TV was on playing an old episode of the Sopranos. There was a blanket on the edge of one of the black leather chairs and a glass of something liquor on the table beside it.

"I would've cleaned, if I knew you were gonna stop by." Now she was the one with a hand behind her neck.

I just rolled my eyes in disbelief, "Are you kidding me?," after taking off my shoes, I drifted further into the living room, "this place is fucking spotless. I feel dirty just walking in."

She crossed her arms whilst standing in the middle of the living room, "Is that why you're here?"

My arched black eyebrows nearly touched signifying my confusion, "what do you mean?"

"Is that why you're here, in my place... because you feel dirty?"

There was no expression on her face to help me determine what type of 'dirty' she meant. It could've been sexual, or it could've been in relation to my shitty ghosting. Figuring that the only way to find out was if I got closer, my sock covered feet walked in her direction until we were face to face. We were both silent, as I waited for her to show me which 'dirty' she was talking about. Then she did it, she glanced down at my slightly ajar lips and swallowed. That was all the confirmation I needed before I wrapped both of my hands behind her neck and took her tongue in my mouth.