Deleted Lovers

"Deleted?"

She softly spoke to herself in confusion as she squinted her eyes. She expected something like this to happen, but hoped for more. She certainly hadn't expected to be cut off and so blatantly ignored.

It had been four days since they spoke when she noticed he deleted his Facebook. The last day she saw him was like every other day with him.

She awoke in his bed and promptly went to the bathroom to check her reflection. With every man, she thought the same thing, the prettier you look the better of a chance you have with him. Though this was never the case, she convinced herself that it was logical. She was gullible, especially to herself.

Her hair was a bit messy, but she smiled and felt confident -she thought it made her look sexy. She opened his soft navy blue plush robe that she had slept in, and underneath she saw the woman she had become, 24 and lonely, willing to give up her emotional stability for the comfort of a man's bed. She tilted her head and stared at her naked reflection as she wondered for a moment how he truly felt about her. She hoped that he wanted her body and soul, to be his gal, his woman. However, this was her third sleepover with him, and they hadn't been out on one date nor spoken a word of relationships. There was no denial of a relationship and she found comfort in this sort of ignorance, because there was still hope. She stood up straight and closed the robe tight as she switched off the bathroom light. She quietly made her way back to the bed and eased herself in.

"G' morning, Ariel," he said in his deep raspy voice as he wrapped his arms tight around her from behind and cuddled her securely.

"Good morning, Adam," she replied with a subtle smirk as she gently wiggled to fit perfectly into him.

She lay there for a few moments with her eyes closed and embraced the blissful, comforting feeling of being held in a man's arms. These moments were rare and she wanted to enjoy it.

She softly rolled over to face him. He halfway opened his sleepy eyes, smiled and softly kissed her. Again she lay silent, smiling and filled with joy to be there, in his arms. She closed her eyes and hoped he felt the same way. Just the thought of him wanting her was enough to make her want him.

She stood up from his twin size bed that was tucked into an opening in the wall.

"How far'd ya get in that bottle of wine last night," he said with a soft condescending laugh as he slipped into his pajama pants.

"It's almost gone,” she said as she was gathering her clothes from the floor.

She looked at her reflection in his long mirror. The sweat she’d worked up riding him for the past hour now darkened her messy blonde bed hair. It no longer looked cute to her; she was borderline disgusted as she pulled it up into a wad on the top of her head.

She grabbed her keys from her pocket and turned around to face him.

"I should go now, or I'll be late for work."

"I'll walk you out," he said as he put his hand on her back and waited for her to take the lead down the stairs.

They stood at her car for a moment before he grabbed her waist and kissed her goodbye, unbeknownst to her for the last time.