"I wonder what's so important that he told me to drop everything and meet him," said Luna to herself as she sped down the highway.
He sounded so hectic, so erratic, so... unlike him, she thought.
"Didn't even give me the address, just told me to head this direction and call back in 20 minutes," she said aloud, full of nervous energy.
You see, Sol, as her man was called, was just that to her; her soul. And she was his heart.
The love they had for each other went well beyond words. They had a way of communicating their love for one another with just a look. And whenever they did have physical contact... BOOM!
She was TNT and he was a lit match! They'd be together in public, in a sea full of people and only have eyes for each other. It was as if nobody else existed. He'd disappear from her sight and her heart would skip a beat.
"Lookin' for someone ma'am?" His smooth baritone voice would wash over her, starting her fuse to flare. He'd very slowly, very discreetly run his hand over her behind while walking around her.
"Easy sweetie, easy," he'd say, noticing her having trouble keeping her breathing under control. Color would creep into her cheeks and small moans would build in her throat.
"Breathe baby, breathe," he'd say looking into her eyes... into her soul.
Right before she would lose control and grab him, he'd put distance between them.. teasing.
She'd find some excuse to excuse herself from whatever was going on. She knew that if she stayed close to him that she was going to rip his pants off, drop down to her knees and make him beg her to stop.
No matter who was around... no matter where they were.
She didn't always say it. Didn't need to. He could see it in her eyes. But whenever they'd steal a moment together, he couldn't keep his hands off her.
In those times, he was the gas and she was the flame. They'd set each other ablaze! They didn't need to be purely physical either.
They'd talk for hours about everything and nothing. Nothing was off limits. No topic strange or taboo.
This was the love they had for each other.
And now her love had called her in a panic, asked her location, told her to head in a certain direction and call him back. "Please Lord, let everything be okay with my husband," she prayed.
"I can't wait till she gets here," Sol said with an evil grin on his face. Surprise, surprise!
See, Sol was at a fancy hotel, with all kinds of goodies, waiting.
Satin sheets the color of red wine adorned the bed. There was a bucket with two bottles of wine being iced on the dresser.
He had tea candles arranged to display "S L ∞" on another dresser.
There were scented candles that put you in the mind of an island getaway. There was a Bunsen burner, complete with a beaker filled with a thick clear liquid being warmed on the counter.
He had a matching red wine-colored silk scarf resting on one of the satin covered pillows.
Beside the bed was a suitcase. A bottle of Strawberry Nesquik, two long feathers, a plastic container of sliced mangos, a couple of Hershey's Cookies and Cream candy bar, a bottle of women's shampoo that smelled of fruits and berries, a couple of plush oversized towels embroidered with "Mi Amor" on them, a pair of fuzzy red slippers, two matching terry cloth robes, a bottle of bubble bath, a couple other items and one rubber ducky were all inside.
Yes, the little yellow plastic duck that squeaks when you squeeze it. He was well prepared!
"Why isn't he picking up his phone?" Luna thought afraid.
"Hello, baby where you at?" Sol breathed heavily into his phone.
Is he out of breath? Has he been running? Luna thought trying to dissect the situation. "Baby what's wrong?" Talk to me, please," she pleaded.
"Can't really talk now... come to the... uh, uh, Three Stallions. Yeah, I'll hide there till you get close. Gotta go I love you."
CLICK!
Hide till I get close??? WTF!! All types of scenarios were going through her head. None of them good.
She increased her speed and gripped the steering wheel harder. Hold on baby, mama's comin'!
"Should be any minute," Sol thought as he saw her car hook slide into a parking spot.
"If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be. Baby just let it be," sang Bebe Rehxa and Florida Georgia Line as his phone rang.
"Baby I'm here. What now?"
"Come to 1212. I'm watching you now. Door's already unlocked. Don't turn the lights on," Sol said in a serious tone.
"And baby, bring my black gym bag from your trunk."
Oh shit! she thought. The black gym bag was an item that only left the trunk for emergencies or to get restocked.
Two changes of clothing for them both, undergarments, soap, deodorant, $500 in cash, and a first aid kit were inside, along with a butterfly knife. Oh shit!
I quickly hang up, grab the bag, pocket the butterfly knife, just in case, and go to the room. Sure enough, it's unlocked.
I enter, close and lock the door, close the curtain, which was parted just enough to see out of, turn around and... nothing!
