Dream Come True

Rachel knocked on the door and said, "John, I dropped a towel for you on the bed, in case you need one."

"Thank you," I said.

I was supposed to feel relieved, but I was not. Somehow, I wanted her to walk in. I wanted that part of my dream to come true, and all that preceded after. I bathed slowly, hoping the door would be pushed wide open. I finished bathing, and nothing happened.

I walked back into the room, to get the towel she dropped on the bed. As I picked it up, she walked into the room. We paused, staring at each other, I was naked, and she wasn't. Awkward moment.

She walked up to me. "Sorry, I dropped my towel, take this one." I collected the towel.

"Looking good." She moved closer, raised her heels, and stood on her toes, then gave me a peck on my left cheek, she then turned around and walked out of the room.

The door opened again within a split second, and she blew me a kiss but there was something wrong with the kiss, it wasn't to my face. She wasn't looking me in the eyes and I didn't bother to check what she was looking at, because I already knew where her gaze was at. My connector was up already.

My recovery time was a bit slow as I used the towel to cover up. She rose her head slightly to look at me and chuckled as she closed the door in front of her.

My heart raced faster than Usain Bolt, what an intense situation, she did close to nothing, and I already hit my zenith. There was no use for the towel anymore as the intense moment increased my body temperature, and dried up my body.

I quickly wore my boxer and jumped on the bed to force myself to sleep, so I don't get to think much. It was past midnight, way past midnight and I was not able to put myself to sleep, I kept thinking of the dream I had of her, and what ensued after my bath.

What if I had held her when she gave me a peck, what if I had walked up to her when she watched me rise? I had lots of 'what ifs' but couldn't resolve them.

The night was so long, and I felt no sleep, I wished I was home, I would be sleeping. There's this thing about sleeping at a new place for the first time, either you sleep for a short time, or you don't get to sleep at all. That was how I felt, but worse because of everything that surrounded the night.

Awake and bored, I took my phone and started playing Candy Crush, I played till the battery was down, 3% left, and I wasn't with my phone charger. I had to go downstairs to the parlour to search for a charger.

Walking down the stairs, I heard inaudible voices from the parlour.

"I think Josephine is still awake," I thought. "But what would she be doing awake?"

I walked closer and saw her facing the television. I walked a bit closer again, and stood behind her, she sat crossed-legged, in a lotus position, seriously looking at the television. She was watching a movie, I couldn't tell what movie it was, because I hadn't seen it before. I tapped her on the right shoulder and asked for a phone charger and she sprang up from her sitting position, scared.

"Why are you scared, is it a horror movie you're seeing?" I joked.

"Of what good is that question?" She threw a couch pillow at me. "what's your plan, scare me to death in my own house?"

"No, not at all. I only wanted to ask you for a phone charger."

"If you had said 'hey Josephine, I need a phone charger' would it be a bad idea? Don't you know I get scared easily? My heart is—"

At that point, I could not make out a single word she was saying. I was so focused on her lips, as they moved, they seem to be inviting me closer. I knew she was talking, but still, I heard nothing, for my thoughts were far away, until I got a slap. I remembered nothing, but I was standing right in front of her.

"How dare you kiss me after making me so scared?" she raised her voice.

"I kissed you?" I placed my palm on my cheek.

There was a glint of surprise in her eyes when I asked if I had kissed her.

There would be moments I'd argue about women like her having such a powerful slap because my cheek was burning. Physically, she looked fragile, but the strength behind that slap needed to be studied.

"What was I thinking, every woman looks fragile until they lose it," I mused.

"Yes, you did." Her voice was still raised. "And I liked it," she said softly and blushed.

How the angry version turned to this soft version in no time, left me dazed, and I couldn't still remember kissing her, or how I walked from behind the couch to the front without realising it.

So, I said, "sorry" because there was nothing I could have said then.

She jumped on me instantaneously and showered me with kisses. It felt like she had been waiting to do that all night until I unlocked it all with a kiss I couldn't remember giving her.

Her kisses were divine, she held on to me tightly, and didn't let go. She used her feet to take off my boxers, and then she jumped off me and I knew she was about to take off her nightwear momentarily. She did, pushed me onto the couch, grabbed my connector and put it in her mouth, and after that, she came on top of me. Her movements were steady.

There were a lot of details I couldn't give an accurate account of, about what happened after she wrapped her lips around my connector. It felt so good that I left this world until I returned by morning when I woke up.