“A penny for your thoughts?”
I sat down and said, “Remember that song you used to play for me. Whenever I felt sad?”
I was looking at him directly and wondering if he could make me feel that way again. Not the failure that I am, but the woman that I aspired to be. He removed a strand of hair from my face and asked, “Do you feel sad?”
I nodded as a tear escaped my eye and said, “Sometimes.”
He kissed my cheek gently and said, “You should never feel sad Nia Young. You’re too beautiful to feel sorry for yourself all the time.” I couldn’t help but smile as he lifted up the lid and started to play the tune that had no name, and wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else, but it meant everything to me.
"I wrote this piece when I was thinking about you one time."
"Only one time?"
"Well, a lot more than that."
He stretched out his hand and began to play. With no words, the notes told me that we were strangers and then somewhere along the line we became friends. Friends that told each other our deepest fears. It was through Hunter, that I learned the truth about why my mom hated the James. She felt that Brenda, his mom, had stolen Keith, Hunter’s dad from her. They were dating, but then it was clear that mom wasn’t able to be faithful to just one man. I wondered if she was a sex addict at times, but then I realized as I got older that she was insecure. She was my mom, and I loved her, but she had a tendency to always seek attention.
As I listened to him play, as he put every last emotion into the song, I wondered if I suffered from the same need for attention? Maybe that was the reason; I told Hunter that I was pregnant and I was at the clinic knowing that there was a scout in the audience. The game meant the difference between him signing and getting the scholarship that he so desired. He didn’t need a scholarship; his family could afford to send him to college. I remembered that Keith had even offered to do the same thing for me at one point.
As it came to a dramatic end, I realized that Hunter had changed. I turned to look at him, his eyes were closed, and his hands were moving up and down the keys. The song started to make me cry. The tears began to flow uncontrollably.
He didn’t look at me as he stood up and said, “I changed the ending when you left me. The song was completely different before.”
That wasn’t the way that I remembered it. He was the one that dumped me. Not the other way around. I tried to touch him, but I had a feeling that I wasn’t the only one crying as he avoided looking at me. And then quickly left the room mumbling, “I just need to go to the bathroom.”
***
When he came back, his hair was slightly damp. I assumed that he washed his face or something. I put on a fake smile, thinking that I had put a damper on the day. I seemed to do that all the time. Sometimes I thought that I was my own worse enemy when it came to happiness. I didn’t appear to be able to know when it was right to be happy.
He took my hand, “Let me give a tour of the house. I had it renovated when we moved in.”
“Six weeks ago.”
“Now, who’s been spying on whom?”
He had me there. I knew that he was in town. Part of me felt sad that I wasn’t the first person that he came to see when he moved in. When I heard that he had a child, I just assumed that there was a Mrs. James.
“So, this is the living room. Sometimes, I think that it’s a bit sterile.”
I looked at the white sofa and matching rugs that were in the perfect places on the floor. The porch door that looked out to the garden and the many ornaments on the mantelpiece and the fireplace which wasn’t on, made it seem like a home to me.
I had visions of during the holidays; they would put a Christmas tree in the corner and everything that I couldn’t even think about putting in my pokey apartment, and sighed, I could do with sterile any day.
“Come, let me show you…”
“Your bedroom?”
Hunter grinned like a child who was about to get up to mischief.
“What about the kids?”
“Olivia’s with them. She’ll feed them. Play with them, and they'll be well taken care of. For now, it’s you and me.”
Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and started dragging me down the hallway. Then up the stairs. He didn’t even tell me the direction to go in, but as soon as we got to his room, he didn't hesitate in slamming the door shut.
He pinned me against the door and then his hands were on my thigh. I should have told him that I wanted us to talk. Maybe get to know each other again, but as his hands climbed slowly up my thighs, the only thing that I could do was be quiet. I couldn’t keep up the pretense of not wanting him. My heart was beating so wildly that I wondered if others could hear it downstairs. As he drew closer to my sex, I couldn’t fight the feeling, even through my jeans.
He unbuttoned my jeans and got down on his hands and knees. I didn’t hesitate in putting my hands through his spiky hair; it was a bit longer now. Softer, but I always loved his hair. He didn’t hesitate in pulling down my panties and my jeans at the same time. His touch was soft as I lifted one leg at a time as he made me naked from the waist downwards. Then he softly caressed my entrance all the way up. I felt myself growing wet instantly. I sighed as I sunk in deeper into the door. Then he slipped one long finger inside me, to tease me. I opened my legs and then his finger was soon replaced by his tongue. I didn’t even have the chance to make it to the bed or take in the surroundings; my focus was on Hunter as his tongue continued to probe me until he found my G-spot.