Mike unfastened his seatbelt, stood up, and walked to the aisle. He looked both ways, put his two fists on his lower back and stretched. He hated flying. He looked at his Casio watch and went back to his seat.
“Great. Twelve hours and thirty five minutes to go.” he muttered to himself.
He then opened his bag and fished out his earphones, plugged it in his phone and browsed through the songs in his Spotify. As he thumbed up the screen, he saw a familiar title and tapped on it. He closed his eyes and smiled.
“My sexy love…” Ne-Yo began.
Mike always liked this song. The first time he heard it, he knew it would eventually break into his personal Top 10 R&B songs list.
The beat. The rhythm. The bridge, the voice. The lyrics. He could listen to the song the whole day.
But he also liked it for another reason. It was the soundtrack to an unforgettable night he had a little more than three years ago.
With his cousin, Kathy.
Mike had many questions months after that night. Did it really happen? Will anyone ever know about it? Was I good? Was it even right?
Was it going to happen again?
“…that’s why I’m always keeping you around, my sexy love…” Ne-Yo continu…