A Thing Called Sweet Revenge

"Shit!" was all I could say when I finally closed my apartment door and threw my keys into an Asian styled bowl.

I needed a cold shower to get my mind back to where it needed to be and most of all make I quickly undressed and turned my shower on.

"Idiot!" I hissed as I stepped under the ice cold water.

The cold water did its job; I was a lot calmer and my mind was focused again. Well, almost.

I was sitting on my couch, watching some lame sitcom when my phone beeped. A message.

From him!

"Hey." Nothing else. This one word did something to my body. I felt hot and cold at the same time. I could feel his hands around me. His eyes on me. His lips... SHIT!

I nearly throw my phone out of my balcony door.

"What is wrong with me!? I have a job to do!" I murmured out loud. I started texting. My fingers were a bit shakey, but I was trying to... I don't even know what I was trying to do. Stay in the plan, I guess.

"Hey to yourself. I had fun tonight!"

"Do you want to have fun tomorrow?"

"That depends... What do you have in mind?"

"Does a movie at my place sound fun?"

"I need music!" Nelly Furtado's Maneater was just the thing that helped me to get my act back together.

" Pick me up at 6"

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