The small coffee shop didn't have many people when I arrived over a half our ago. There were only two baristas, an old lady sitting with a cute dog, and a man in a suit who sat at the table far in the corner with an apple laptop taking his view. Now, it has become more of a spot that is filled with chatter and new faces.

I sling my tote onto my shoulder with my right hand, and take my now lukewarm cup of coffee with my left. It's my fault that the coffee isn't as hot as it was, well partially.

I initially planned to stay for just ten minutes when I first got here so I ordered a cup of coffee and a small donut. I definitely overstayed my own welcome being here for forty five minutes. I just felt as if I needed to take a breather, a reality check, time alone. I really needed to think. What the hell got into me last night? I just can't wrap my head around go it. The passion, the throes of exhilaration, and the hot, steamy enthusiasm that coursed through my veins was something I've never felt before.

I let him see me naked.

I let him go down on me... for Christ's Sake. And it felt good.

I felt as if I was on fire last night, but it wasn't the kind of fire I ached to get away from. It was the kind of fire I wanted to feel, a fire I wanted to touch. And he let me. He surely was better than the dream I had experienced, like he said he would.

God, I wanted more. Is that wrong? I'm sure he would be more than happy to know that I really enjoyed myself, but what if I ask and he feels it's too much? He didn't much engage in any touchy-feely moments after what happened, maybe he doesn't care much for things like that. I thought he'd want more but instead he joined me inside of the shower without making it sexual despite what we did, and held me close in bed.

I want to be wrapped inside of his big arms right now. Even with the feeling of being choked by his biceps, I wouldn't want anything to change. I felt secure. He made me feel secure.

Which is why I've zoned out numerous times as I occupied my time with my phone and coffee. I pulled up an app where I read books on my phone, but couldn't read anything because of the flashbacks I was having. His head between my legs. His tongue touching me in a spot that needed so much love. The angelic faces he made when I touched him, and asked how he likes to be touched. He truly is so beautiful.

It felt so odd to say goodbye to him this morning. A part of me, a broken part of me, wanted to think that he would avoid me at all costs now. The other part of me knew he'd come back to me like he's done all the other times. My mind attempted to fill with rotten piece, but I knew we both had important things to do for work today. Though, I wished we would have been able to lie in bed all day, naked, and tussled inside of the thick sheets.

Reality mocks me as the sound of the bell chimes, alarming all guests and employees that someone new is coming in. I hope everyone enjoys their coffee. I stick my phone into my tote and leave the same door someone just arrived in. Soon, I am looking at my small car and unlocking it to pull myself inside. Once comfortable, I hear my phone buzz. When I look, I see a picture of his face and suit jacket, along with a message.

Xyle<3: I'm sitting in a meeting. Pretty bored, but only when I focus and not think of what I did to you last night.

I can't help it. I bite down on my bottom lip as I read his hot message and scroll to look at the picture once more. Every single thing about him is highly attractive. His jawline has got me all flustered. I type back.

Me: I've been trying to start a new book. I read along for a bit before I started to think of you and then my screen went blank because it was idle.

Is it possible that we were thinking of one another at the same time? That would be great. Maybe that's why I felt so many things between my legs. He texts back.

Xyle<3: Tell me what you were thinking about, darling. And don't tell me not to call you that because you're not mine, I made you my girlfriend yesterday evening.

I sit back into my seat as I read it. If it weren't for the absence of people around my car, I'm sure they would see me get all flushed. It's a wonder that he remembers my words from a while ago. It's also cute that he hasn't called me darling again until I was his girlfriend.

Me: I was thinking about how beautiful you looked when I looked up at you. I didn't think men could look good mid orgasm, but you've proved me wrong. Thank you.

I smile as I hit send. I don't think I told him how beautiful he looked.

Xyle<3: Thank you? Also, your moans are the most beautiful I've ever heard in my fucking life. I need that right now. I want to make you orgasm again, this time I want to give you more than one. Don't worry about me this time, I'm fine.

I reach and press the button to turn the air conditioning to a higher setting. A selfless man? What woman is typing for him?

Me: I'd feel guilty if I didn't at least attempt to get you off. It was a pleasure to hear you breathless and moaning. Next time, I want you by my ear when you orgasm.

Xyle<3: You should never feel guilty, always be selfish with men, men are pigs. I didn't moan, stop that. Yes, you'll have me by your ear soon.

Me: You didn't moan? I don't know if you lost your memory or something, but I remember you doing exactly as I said and calling out. There is a lake ten minutes from my house, I want to watch the sun go down. Please join me:)

He doesn't respond so I switch apps, now gps'ing myself to a grocery store near. I've run out of eggs since Xyle last took me, and I need to get a box of trash bags. The route plays over the screen so I put my phone aside and drive away. I find a parking space close to the shopping doors and grab my phone and tote. Still no response. I toss my phone into my tote and use the crosswalk to part ways from my car. Someone nearly hit me last time. Now that I'm using a crosswalk, I can surely press charges or something.

I pull a shopping kart from the holder and push my way inside. Like always, it is really cold and it makes me regret putting on such a loose dress that flows with the wind. I wish I had a jacket or sleeves on my arms. I go into the isle of dairy, picking up a new pack of butter, cheese, and even on down to the milk. I get the eggs I need, and start to think about brownies. I can make them for tomorrow. I go on down the isle and get the things I need until I am stopping beside a very large container filled with cute stuffed animals. I can't help but dig around to find something I like, and I see a yellow bunny.

I throw it into the kart without a second thought, knowing that this is the deal of a lifetime. A yellow bunny? I need this. I keep reaching around and pull out a black jaguar. It reminds me so much of Xyle. It looks mysterious, just like him and that car of his. I throw it into the kart as well and rush past it as I know I'll probably become fascinated with everything inside and end up spending way too much on it.

Luckily, I end up at the register with what I've come for and no more than those two stuffed animals. I use my card to pay and I load the groceries into my kart to load into my car. I make it out without a peep, but as I approach my vehicle, a small old lady comes towards me.

"Can I talk to you about my lord and savior Jesus Christ?".

I give her a small smile as I lift my hand to show her the silver ring around my finger. Engraved on the inside lays a set of numbers. 2: 22.

As I lift my hand, the absence of my ring nearly makes my eyes bulge out of my head. Where the hell is my abstinence ring? I swallow as I look to my other hand. No, it wouldn't be there. I never wear it on that hand. I never even take it off.

I realize that the lady is still standing there. "I'm familiar, but thank you" I say with a sweet tone despite my heart aching. I have held that ring to high regards for years. It is the one thing that reminds me of how pure withholding yourself from others can be.

I quickly reach into my tote to pull my keys out and unlock the door. The old lady lifts a hand to catch my attention again.

"My church is only ten minutes away. We haven't had any new comers and I wanted to give you a brochure as an invite" she tells me. Can she not see how frantic I am? I turn to her.

I take the brochure. "Thank you. I will be joining soon" I say as quickly as I can before whipping back around to my car. I put the groceries inside and run back into the grocery store to retrace my steps. I have no luck, so I go to the nearest worker.

"Hi. I lost a silver ring. Can I give you my number in case anyone finds it, please? It's very important to me" I say.

The lady nods. "Sure. I can take your phone number".

I sigh a relief as I give her my personal cell. I doubt that if anyone finds my ring they'll give it to a worker, but I'm hoping it happens. I rush back into my car to go back to the coffee shop and do the same thing, checking the spot I sat, and giving a worker my number before leaving.

With the constant thought that my ring could be anywhere, I put my groceries into their respective places. I mean, I had it this morning, right? My hand didn't feel any different. I feel I'd know if it just slipped off of my finger.

For four consecutive years that ring has been mine. I had it made just for me. It's sad to know that I may never see it again. I've looked around my house, too. The sink where I brushed my teeth this morning. The couch where Xyle and I briefly sat before we parted ways. Even the shower where we showered last night. It's no where to be found.

When I pull my phone out to glance at the time again, I see that it is close to sun setting time, and that I still have no response from Xyle. I'm sure he'll meet me there. I take a small cover from the hall closet to use near the lake. I get into my car and drive down. The lake looks so beautiful with the sun hitting it the way it is now. I spread the cover down and take a seat, looking out into the peaceful waters.

The water creeps me out with the lack of understanding of what's down there, but with the way everything is so quiet, it calms me. There is a little house across the way. As I arrived I didn't see any cars and the lights are off. I'm not sure if anyone lives there. I'm sure if they did, they'd be here or on their porch to watch the sun calm.

I sit there for God knows how long, watching the sun set all by myself. No matter what, I didn't think to abandonment as my first thought. That was my second. My first thought was to put my hands around Xyle's neck and squeeze when I saw him again. How could he miss a time like this? It's beautiful.

My phone chimes. I reach to pick it up.

Xyle<3: Watching the waters all by yourself?

I push my phone aside as I can feel his eyes burning me at the back of my neck. I hope he understands that when I say I can feel him, I actually mean it. I focus on the lake waters.

"You're late" I say without turning my head. I can hear his feet crunching into the grass.

"I know, I apologize" he says lowly. I can now feel the cover tugging underneath my body as he steps onto it. I turn my head to the side to see him, my heart swelling as I do. He's holding a small bouquet of flowers.

He gently smiles. "I was already late so I thought why not be late and have flowers to give her?" He says. He studies me.

He tilts his head to the side. I study him back, staring at his beautiful face. I gawk endlessly. "You're lucky I like flowers" I say as I grab them and give in. I lean closer to him and he captures my lips with his own. I smile as I pull back. "It was so beautiful out here".

"I'm sure it was. I really am sorry I missed it. I was tied with work and didn't check my phone" he shakes his head.

I'm sure he would have come if he were able to. "It's okay. We have every day from now to make a moment like this. The sun sets each day". I look down at his neck and there it is.

He's wearing my abstinence ring as a fucking necklace.

I pull back even more, setting the flowers beside myself. "Xyle" I squeak.

He looks as if his heart has dropped to his feet. "What?". Is he afraid of bugs?

"When did you get that?" I ask. If only he'd seen how frantic I was earlier, thinking I somehow lost it. Knowing that he's had it this entire time, it makes perfect sense to me. I wouldn't have lost it.

He pulls his hand up to the second silver chain around his neck and rolls his thumb over the length of it. "I took it from your finger the moment you fell asleep in my arms. It's far too small to wear on my pinky so I improvised".

I stare at him as if he's growing two heads. Is he insane? He took my ring while I was sleeping? "Why?" I demand.

He chuckles lightly as if he doesn't understand my need of knowing why he felt the need to rob me of one of my most precious items. "You once told me that this ring stood for your abstinence..." he starts but I interrupt him.

"Yes, Xyle. We didn't have sex. I want that back" I frown.

He shakes his head. "Oral sex. I gave you an orgasm with my mouth. You are no longer refraining from sexual activity".

I swallow. He's right.

"But you can't just take that away from me. It's mine" I argue.

He shrugs. "I'll give it back to you one day, but for now I want possession over it..."

"Xyle you can't just keep it because I broke my abstinence with you. How would you like it if I took something of yours?".

He'd be fuming if I took his ring. Although it holds different significance, I'd argue the principle.

"I'd be happy to know you have something of mine".

I turn away from him and look at the waters. "You can't have my ring, Xyle. Seriously". It holds value even if my abstinence is broken. It reminds me of where it all began. It may not be a pretty reminder, but it's of a certain point in my past.

"Okay, I'll give it back to you. You're such a crybaby" he leans closer and brushes his lips against the fabric on my shoulder.

I turn to look at him. "I'm a crybaby?" I ask "you've taken one of my belongings and I want it back".

"Then get even instead of doing this" he uses his hand to gesture between us.

Get even? "What?" I ask.

"There's so many things you could be taking from me right now" he groans.

I raise both eyebrows. "Like your dignity and self respect?".

He nods, slightly laughing. "See. That's more like it. You can have those thing, yet you want this ring back. It means something to me, too".

"Well you didn't buy it" I look away again, this time really focusing on the waters. I want to know who stays in that house across the way. It's beautiful, and perfect. I can imagine a life where I live there. I'd probably read and watch the sun as I go.

He comes closer to me and I can feel him breathing down on my neck. "I'll give it back. I don't mean to be so combative. Let me make it up to you" he pecks me.

"Xyle" I whisper, smiling "no, I'm too mad at you" I lie.

He stands himself up on his knees. "Don't act like you don't know how turned on you made me today with your messages". I look up at him and watch as he comes to hover over me, and presses his hands at either side of my waist, down onto the blanket.

Turned on? I smile, feigning innocence. "I have no clue what you're talking about". He kisses me gently before pulling back.

"You do. It was even harder for me to focus, which is why I ultimately put down my phone in the first place" he murmurs.

"Whatever you have to tell yourself. I know you were out with a friend or something. Too good to watch the sun go down with your girlfriend" I use air quotes as I say the last word.

He looks confused. He pulls back onto his knees. "Why did you say it that way?".

Since he's not hovering over me anymore I can move freely. I stand myself up. "Because you still haven't asked me to be your girlfriend. You asked me before our date and I gave you an answer. You should ask again, maybe you won't be so lucky".

In a beat he's on his feet and stepping closer to me. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He repeats himself. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He yells and his voice echoes.

I wince before hurrying to him and jumping to wrap my arms around his neck. "Shh. You don't know who's out here" I say but he doesn't care. He shrugs. "Yes".

He smiles, looking down at me. "Now, ask me".

"Will you be..." I yell.

"Jesus fuck, woman, lower your voice" he shushes me as I raise my voice like him. He looks around and soon smiles back at me. "Yes".

I smile a content smile as I look at him. I can feel his hand trailing to my lower back. I look as he connects his other hand with mine. He wants to dance?

He pulls me and forces me to sway with his movements.

"We have no music" I say.

He keeps on moving. "Who's to say we need music? I feel perfectly fine just dancing with you, listening to the sound the lake makes".

"Could you listen to it forever?".

He glances away. "At that house over there?". I look up at him, surprised. "I saw you looking at it. It needs some serious remodeling and probably a few extra rooms added to it".

"I think it's cute. I like how old and homey it looks. I bet it has a fireplace inside, a real one. Just imagine the memories that house holds for someone" I say.

"It looks as if it reeks of mildew and old furniture".

I frown. "You're supposed to see the good in what it can be".

He looks down at me with something glowering in his eyes. "I only want to see you" he murmurs. He leans down and pecks my lips with his. "Turn around". Something in my body aches.

I glance at his lips before looking back to his eyes. My feet turn before I can even protest and soon I have my back facing him. I can feel every single ray of heat omitting from his body. He steps closer to me and kisses the space right below my earlobe. "Get on your knees".

I take a few steps until I am on the blanket, and I bend to my knees. He bends behind me, running his fingertips along my arm. He trails his tongue along my neck, making me grow sensitive to his touch. He feels amazing. He kisses me at the same spot he marked me, and I think he wants the mark to stay.

"You have such soft skin". I grow chills as I feel his warm breath fanning across my skin. Everything he does makes me feel so good. His expert fingers make their way from my arm and to my waist where he gently squeezes me. It makes me gasp as I can feel the throbbing in my core. I want him.

I comply, leaning my head to the other side as I feel his tongue attempting to trace there. My will to do whatever he wants is strong. And it feels good. He pulls my hair out of the way, letting it fall down to the other side of my neck. I now wish I would have pinned it up.

It takes everything in me not to squirm when I feel his hand squeeze at my waist again. I'm sure he's fully aware of what he does to me, and it isn't fair that he's teasing me this way. He uses his other hand to grip into my hair, and he pulls down hard to get me tilting my head towards the sky.

"Are you mine?" He asks me, trailing his lips back up my neck. I pant, wanting him to just touch me where it hurts already.

"Yes" I breathe.

I close my eyes and let the feeling of him touching me engulf me. The sensation he sends into my nerves is no joke. I just