She tossed and she turned, her pillow was lumpy tonight. This happened quite frequently these days. She was so used to feeling the warmth of him next to her, but now, everything was different. She couldn't sleep like she used to. She lied awake for hours, her mind speeding through the treacherous trail of destruction. She found herself feeling every emotion known to man every day. It was exhausting.
As she started to finally doze off, her phone dinged. Again. DING. She knew it was him, finally responding to her blow up she had messaged hours earlier. Sometimes she just got on this rant and couldn't control herself. She just let him have it, all these past feelings coming to the surface, full of anger and bitterness. She sent him 6 messages within an hours time, no response. Now, at 11 pm he wanted to message back. Of course, she thought, now you have the time!!! It made her blood boil when he did this. Why couldn't she be more important to him? Why couldn't he see how much she loved him? Yes, she was alot. She was difficult at times, but didn't anyone ever teach him that a good woman would never be easy to handle?
She rolled over to her nightstand and grabbed her phone. 'Can I come over?' Her response, after all the mean things she said in the previous text, she simply said 'yes'. Of course she said yes, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. They were like fire and ice. They sizzled everytime they were within 5 ft of one another, the chemistry was like nothing she had ever felt. She jumped up, with a grin on her face, unlocked the door, and slipped into something sexy for him. She waited patiently for the sound of his music to come down her street. She could usually hear him coming a mile away. She loved that. The anticipation was something he had unintentionally drilled into her from years of the waiting game. And she learned to love it. Actually, it was a love/hate relationship that she didn't know how to live without.
She lay awake, waiting, positioning herself several times, she wanted to look good, sexy, desirable. She wanted him to walk in that door and take control of her body, her heart, her soul. And that was exactly what he would do when he got there. She knew this because that was always what happened with those late texts. He had control of her and she was eager to give him the control.
After some time passed, she heard the door, so quietly he latched n locked it behind him. The soft steps down the hall made her heart race inside because she knew what was coming. He slipped in the room, the lights out, she heard his zipper, he pulled the covers back, not a word was spoken. He found her lips in the darkness. His kisses were like heaven, so slow and passionate, like he meant it. One of the only times she knew he really meant it was when his pants were off.