I hadn’t seen her in what felt like forever, then there she suddenly was standing at my bedroom door, her hair stuck to her face in wet wisps because of the rain. She knew which door to knock on. We’d spent the whole night together drunkenly fumbling our way through sex the last time she’d graced my doorway. It was probably a month ago, almost to the day.
“Hi” she said in an exaggerated tone before closing the door behind her. She swayed her hips so her ass waved at me as she made her way to the bed to sit down. “We should talk” she said with just a hint of seriousness.
Those are ominous words, but I wasn’t worried in the slightest. I’d been texting her occasionally since that night, as she’d said she’d wanted to see me again, and I thought I’d initiate. She was always busy though. It seemed maybe she’d read into my texts a bit, all those texts coming from me and asking how she was and what she was up to and whether she was free any time soon. I suspected she drew some sort of conclusion from that, which isn’t odd to do, and inferred some kind of romantic notion brewing inside me. But it was just good old-fashioned lust, and I’d quietly lusted after her since I’d first met her at our housewarming party. She paid almost no attention to me that night but I couldn’t help but notice her black curls and those eyes that just popped; they were like suns. She was the life of the party that night, and it seemed that was her rightful throne; she was oozing confidence and sass and sex all the while exclusively drinking white wine. But like I said, she paid no attention to me that night as she was just a friend of my new housemates in our new house and she was but one of many strangers I wished to get to know. But her indifference to me was enticing. As were those eyes.
“Talk about what?” I got up from my chair and sat beside her on the bed