The gentle waves of the morning came to me slowly, making me resurface along with it. I was drenched in pure bliss as my body felt at peace and my eyes calmly opened while the rest of me came to.

Thoughts, emotions, feelings. It was all flooding back. I had some night last night. My eyes as round as the moon begun to resurrect. Blinking several times before finally focusing I noticed this wasn't my room. The shades were drawn and if I wanted to I could have stayed asleep for hours on end.

I touched my face, my lips and my body all over; I was completed relaxed. Something changed me last night. I looked over, moving my arm over realizing I was alone.

He was gone. Didn't leave a name, was there a note? Something? Did I scare him with my crazy insecure antics? Did he know I was married and took off upon realizing he didn't wanna get involved? I could have sworn he was...? Oh my god. But...did I pay him?

I can't remember, all I could remember was the way he made me feel, I don't think I could ever forget that. My husband couldn't touch this guy. He gave me everything I wanted and more. I never felt that way until I was with him last night. I couldn't help but think it had to have been all a dream. I mean, he vanished right? He left no traces of himself behind. No number, no name, no "see you soon." I just had the best sex in my life with a ghost?

Typical, I had a wild imagination so it was purely possible for me to go there. But what seemed off about all this was my body. I could have sworn it was touched in ways that I couldn't possibly forget. I touched my lips again. They were flushed, red and swollen from something. Did it really happen?

I rose from the bed, pushing my hair from eyes, trying to focus myself awake. I looked around me, noticing everything looking calm and serene. How an ordinary hotel room can feel this sensual is beyond me.

I jumped when I heard the phone ring loudly. I hesitated on the 3rd and 4th rings to pick it up.

"Hello?" my groggily voice asked.

"Wake up call Miss. This is the concierge. The time is 7am. I hope you enjoyed your stay with us at the Marriott." a voice said on the other end.

I winced, oh yeah I think I told them to do this because I knew I was going to sleep until I felt like getting up. I didn't want to give myself the luxury after John left. I cleared my throat thanking them before hanging up.

My purse was on the night stand and I reached for it, fishing out my cell phone. I had turned this thing last night at some point so I expected some menacing messages from John following my separation request. I had nothing; just that stupid text from last night that he thought was supposed to scare me away. He is in for rude awakening if he thinks he can own me.

I scrolled through my other texts and saw my girlfriend underneath a couple call logs down. I pursed my lips, thinking for a minute. I feel like I'm about to explode if I don't make sense of this. Should I? My thumb was about to slide it across her number. She and I haven't talked in a while but we were always close to each other when we wanted to talk. Her situation was similar to mine but I didn't have to do this to get a Green Card to stay in the country.

I bit my tongue and rung her up, waiting for an answer.

"Sonya, hi."

"Emma? Is that you? How are you?" Her soft voice asked me.

To tell you the truth...?

Rubbing my face I tried to find a right way to answer her. "I don't know. I know I didn't make a mistake but I feel like again, I'm losing my mind."

"What happened?"

I smiled; my face had gone flushed as last night played over my memory like a great song. "I met someone."

"Uh oh."

"Yeah..." I trailed off sighing heavily. "But the fucked up thing is I don't know if I actually did."

"What does that mean? Were you drinking or something? Did you dream it?"

I propped up my body so I was resting against the pillows in order to sit up more. "I was, but I know I wasn't drunk. I remembered all of it like it just happened. It's weird, I can't decide if it really happened or I dreamed it like you said. It's one of those things were it was so real it almost could be a dream."

"Well how do you know it was even real? Did you get his name?"

"No, I should have."

"Oh then you're fucked, sorry. Does John know?"

"No and I don't plan on telling him. I still don't know if it fucking happened. My imagination went a little wild last night. I did something I wouldn't normally do. I was just tired of John treating me like I have no freedom. You know what I mean right?" I spoke, pausing.

"I know it's been a while Sonya..."

"Emma it's OK, I feel like we drifted apart but I still care about what happens to you, even if John or your parents really couldn't give a shit. Are you sure you didn't get his name? Because in all that heat of passion, there had to be some name you called him during it."

"Yes positive. I guess, we were...I was too wrapped into everything. It just kind of happened before I could control it. I felt wild. I almost couldn't believe that it was happening. Which is why I'm thinking it was just in my head. Only in my dreams would I be so stupid to not ask his name. I sound pathetic don't I?"

"No this is normal. Maybe it did occur and you made that mistake. Maybe it was supposed to happen only this one time. I mean, how was it?"

I blushed, running my hand down my body, brushing over the places he touched. "Perfect. I seriously don't have words for how it made me feel, during and after. I was sure it was something out of a dream. I couldn't believe how—aware he was—of everything. Parts of it were sinful. I just didn't want it to end. Now it's a fucking mess." I huffed, turning on my stomach over the sheets. "He's gone."

"Where's John gone to? He's obviously not home, right?"

I groaned and grit my teeth, knowing exactly what he's up to. "Probably fucking some random girl. I wish it was easy to leave him."

"Why isn't it?"

"I don't know. I told him last night I wanted to separate and he threatened me back in a text. Can you believe that shit? He actually thinks he could fight me on this."

"Well you told me he has your parents in his pocket. I think he may sway them to his side. Plus the reason why you guys are married, I mean what it's turned into, I feel bad about it. I swear, I had no idea he was going to control everything. When I got married it was for me and my husband understood that. But we actually like each other. I'm sorry John is doing this. It's not right."

"It's OK, I feel like the more I do what I want, the more he's going to have to get used to it."

"Yeah that's true. Do you wanna come by for dinner? It'd be great to catch up. Anthony isn't home right now. He's coming back by the end of the week. What do you think?"

I thought over it for a moment. It did sound like a nice offer. "I'll let you know. So you're alone like me huh? Thanks for inviting me over. I should contact you more."

"You're calling me now. It's fine. I could use a friend and so could you. Get in touch if you're still interested. Let me know if the "dream guy" turns out to be real."

"I will, take care Sonya...thanks." I smiled, even though she couldn't see.

"Bye Emilia." She said only my full name when she was serious. I knew she meant it when we hung up.

I was still flustered and confused all at once. I guess lying here trying to figure everything out wasn't going to help me. Biting my lip, I forced my body to mobilize. Sonya was right, a onetime thing. It just wasn't meant to continue. I wasn't supposed to know his name either.

I moved to get up properly and went to the bathroom to wash up. I was going to put this behind me, or was trying to at least. The only problem is as I stepped into the spacious shower, I could see his face, his eyes, and I could hear his voice whispering against my ear. Those moments were too strong. They almost seemed surreal. During my shower I kept thinking this was a joke. That if it was real he would come back and take me once again like he had, only more fervent with desire.

I tried to mimic what he would if he was near me right now. It was strange, I still felt him near me even though I was surrounded by warm water and empty space. I kept thinking how dense I was not to ask his name or if I would ever see him again? My chances don't lead me in that favor. My fingers found what he did and I imagined he was the one roughly pumping in and out of me until I couldn't take it anymore. The moans that escaped me sounded more like cries.

I collapsed against the title, bursts of water jets spraying over my hair and body, beginning to feel numb to the temperature. My body heat rose higher than the water pouring on me had.

Finding my barrings, I picked myself up and moved over to reach for the shower handle. A still dazed look in my eyes as I managed to properly see what was in front of me even though my legs were spent and the rest of me was catching up.

This was just not fair. It couldn't have been only one time. John doesn't win. I do what I want. Fuck who I want. He wasn't supposed to leave this morning; that is not how I imagined it would go. I felt myself cry at the notion that he left because I was married, or, just that I was a really horrible to him. Quite possibly the worst he's ever had. His experience had exceeded mine and it was obvious. Or else what would he stay? What could I have possibly offered him more than my body?

That's right; that's all I was. God that hurts. OK, I have to accept this. John fucking wins. No! This can't be real, I pounded my hands against the tile and ferociously took myself out of the shower and gruffly wrapped myself in the nearest towel I could find. I had to get out of here. I couldn't breathe suddenly.

As I fixed on my clothes, grabbed my purse and key card I made my way to the door flinging it open the close so hard it hit the side of the wall. I can accept this, I can do it. Shit, I swallowed the lump in my throat as I pushed myself out of the room and used the staircase to get down to the lobby. I nervously felt for my key card and realized I had taken it. I was slowly losing my mind the further downstairs I went.

I took a deep breath before going to the front desk to turn in my card. I was about to leave when I turned on my heel.

Walking back to the front I cleared my throat and asked what I really wanted to.

"Did um, anyone leave messages for me?" I asked the staff and she looked to her desk before shaking her head.

"No, there were no messages left behind."

"Thank you." I smiled in spite of it, I knew it was a long shot but I would kick myself if I didn't ask that before I went back to my life.

Checking the time on the clock, I knew I needed to get out of here before I did anything else to embarrass myself.

I sent Sonya a quick text, affirming my visit. She replied by calling me instantly.

"Seriously? Is everything OK?"

I sighed. "Maybe, I don't know, I'll be there in under an hour, I have to go back home to get changed."

"Alright, see you soon. Call me at the front and I'll buzz you right in."

"Great, bye Sonya." I spoke after she said her bye back.

I realized as I went to the parking garage that I was just imagining things again. But what did it have to be so elaborate? I'll never know the answer to that.

Notes

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