I am full of surprises this week it seems. I could not for the life of me get to sleep. I lied in bed tossing and turning for what seemed like hours. That is unusual for me; at least until I came back and started to allow myself to care about things again. Is this what everybody goes through a daily basis? Constantly thinking and feeling things they know they shouldn’t think and feel? It’s exhausting; even though I am known to drift from reality and get lost in a moment more than once in regular day; I never usually thought about much.

Daniel occupied a large space in my new thought rotation. I had my own personal bubble in there full of memories and past conversations that we shared. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since I first saw him drive past me on the highway that night, and I definitely haven’t stopped thinking about him since our encounter on the sofa this morning. I know we have plans to meet again tomorrow but I don’t want to wait that long, I don’t think I can wait that long.

Without really thinking, I picked up the phone and dialed his number. I didn’t know what my plan was; I only knew that I had to talk to him and I prayed he would pick up.

“Hello, Deanna? Is everything all right?” He asked worried.

“I’m fine, I just wanted to talk to you. I’m sorry it’s so late, did I wake you?” I asked.

“Not really, I can’t sleep.” He admitted.

“Neither can I.” I replied.

“Oh, he asked intrigued, any particular reason?”

“I could ask you the same question, but yes; as a matter of fact, there is a reason.” I responded with a hint of playfulness in my voice.

“Do you miss me too much? I knew I should have scooped you up and moved you in here. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with all these late night calls.” He said joining in my game.

“That might not be a bad idea after all. You have no idea how much I want you right now.” I said letting my natural urges take over and cloud my judgment.

If I wasn’t so horny I would have never said something that crazy. But right now I didn’t care. I know what I wanted and I was willing to say almost anything to get it.

“Come over.” He said.

“Come and get me.” I teased.

“Seriously? You want me to come and get you?”

“Yes, come and get me. Now.” I said.

“Yes Ma’am. On my way.” He replied.

I could hear scurrying and light grunting in the background as he struggled to put his pants on with one hand. I giggled to myself, thrilled that he was actually coming over.

“I think a task like this would best be suited with two hands. Permission to let you go so I can get dressed?” He asked.

“Permission granted, I said, on one condition. I get to rip your clothes off when we get back to your place.”

“No argument there Miss Deana. I am in your hands tonight.” He replied.

We hung up and the excitement rushed through me. I jumped out of bed in my bra and panties and covered myself with only my tight black jacket; that barely covered my bottom; and a pair of fiery red open toed stilettos to match my under garments before racing downstairs. I tried to be quiet but the clicking of my heels echoed all the way down the stairs and I thought for sure my parents would hear me; but after a moments silence as I reached the bottom, I was sure I was safe. I felt like a kid again; although sneaking out was something I had never attempted as a child for fear of my father’s wrath but I heard it was a common ritual with teenagers.

I didn’t have to wait long for Daniel to pull into the drive; or rather swerve into the drive. I can just imagine how fast he drove to get here. My heart raced and I felt lightheaded as he got out of the car; it seemed like he was moving in slow motion although I knew that part was all in my head.

Unfinished chapter, stay tuned :)