Chapter 2
I woke up panting, covered in a fine layer of sweat.
What the Turn? I thought. Why do I keep having these dreams? I'm straight… right? What am I talking about, of course I'm straight. I'm straight. I like guys. I'm not attracted to women.
I'm not attracted to perfectly sized boobs, or soft ebony hair, or her piercing brown eyes, or her toned stomach, or her long legs, or her soft lips.
I don't long to kiss her lips and see if she really tastes like oranges like I think she does. I don't wish to be able to run my fingers through her hair and feel how silky it is. I don't love Ivy. I don't. I…
My thoughts stopped abruptly upon that word.
Love.
Love? Where the hell did that word come from? Surely I don't love Ivy. I mean I love Ivy, but I'm not in love with her… am I?
I shook my head and got out of bed, stretching. It was way too early to be thinking about things that important. I needed a strong cup of coffee before I could even think about thinking about that.
I pulled on a pair of cute black undies and a wife beater, then made my way into the kitchen. The coffee was already brewing and the little machine perked happily at me.
"Good morning to you, too my wonderful little friend" I said, immediately wondering why the hell I was talking to a coffee pot and calling it my 'wonderful little friend'.
I grabbed my favorite mug and poured myself a cup, inhaling its magnificent aroma.
Sighing contentedly after a long sip, I leaned against the sink looking out into the garden. I loved my garden, albeit in a very strange place.
When you think about a garden, you sure as hell don't think about it being in a cemetery.
"Why, aren't we sexy this morning?" I felt, more than heard, Ivy's voice coat my skin like silk.
I slowly turned around and saw Ivy, in all her glory, sitting at her computer, coffee mug in hand, in her black silk robe looking absolutely smug.