Reality is a bitch.
I am jarred back forcefully to confront her as the sound of my phone penetrates my awareness as I wake up. I look at the phone and I stare at it for a moment.
“Hello” my voice is gruff and I cough to clear it.
“Are you sleeping at work?” the voice was soft, merry, teasing. An image form at the back of my mind, light brown eyes, oval face with a dimple and a wide smile. My heart skips a beat, stops and pick up pace. My hands are sweaty and I close my eyes.
What have I done? My mind screams and I feel the first pang of guilt take hold of my heart and squeeze.
“Are you there?” the voice brings me back. I try unsuccessfully to figure what she said.
“I didn’t get that” I say
“Are you alright?” concern has replaced the mirth.
She doesn’t deserve this.
“I am fine” I reply, adding a cheer to my voice “the network seems bad and I didn’t hear you well”
“I said, will you be coming home soon?”
“Yes” I look at my wristwatch and add “in an hour”
“Okay, drive safe” she says and disconnect. I sigh as I drop the phone and search around for my shorts trying to avoid the gaze I know are trained on me.
“I should go” I say and face her. She sighs and nods, her eyes never leaving mine. I see something in them that makes me go hot all over.
She leans forward and plants a kiss on my lips while her hand caress my chest flooding me with sensations of intense pleasure.
In that moment, everything else fades away.