I was in bed making out with Lancelot when the bastard's phone started ringing.
"What's wrong?" I asked as soon as he finished answering, seeing as his face didn't look too happy.
"I have to go."
"Our downloader died."
I went quiet for a moment. Although the call brought grieving news, I felt no compassion for the downloader as it was his fault our moment was interrupted.
Apparently, that "downloader" was supposed to upload a video on their political party's channel on YouTube and now Lancelot had to finish the job.
"Can't Nathaniel do it?" I asked, not wanting him to go.
"It has to be me," the man replied, although I knew damn well it was because he couldn't trust the other members to do it correctly.
But I really didn't want him to leave so I kept kissing him and convincing him to stay a little longer. He did stay for a little while, but everytime our mouths parted, he'd go all: "Okay, I have to go now."
I checked the time and it was around 9:30 in the morning. With more embrace and whispers of affection, I managed to persuade him to depart at 9:45am.
So we kissed for some more, him flipping me on my back and rolling on top of me.
He pulled back and gazed into my eyes, gently wiping the hairs out of my face, before leaning in and bringing our lips back together for a slow and sensual kiss.
He'd grind his body against mine and I'd feel the hardness of his awake member behind the protection of his pants, arousing my wanton desires to engulf him inside.
But for some reason, he wouldn't fuck me.. Much to my dismay.
When the clock struck 9:45, we stood up to go and this comedian I follow on Instagram, Matt Rife, woke up from the next bed separated by a curtain, and flashed me an approving smirk as we passed his side; an expression that says he definitely heard us and knew what was going on.
I paid no attention to him and went with Lancelot to buy his ticket.
Lancelot: "Matt Rife is hot."
Me: "That's all you got from the dream?!"
Lancelot: "Is he hot or not?"
Me: "Yes, he is. He reminds me of King Arthur from the TV show—Merlin."
(Which is weird because I literally call Lancelot… well, I call him "Lancelot" here, who is basically King Arthur's rival in the affairs of romance.)
But the "downloader", though...
It's a job? 🤣
HAHAHA. May he rest in peace.
"Gosh, the dream felt so real and passionate. I had to touch myself when I woke up," I told Lancelot with a casual air.
"It's true," I insisted.
He never believes he turns me on now.