Pursuit and Reflections

His hand rubbed on the skin of the card, a dirty smile on his countenance. The last thing to think of was the woman, but Alexander could not help but think about her.

There was just something special about her, something he could not bring his hands to lay upon. Heaven knew he didn't plan that sex, but then Emily's beauty pushed him too much, and he could almost not rest because she was in his cranium.

What was the next thing to do with the entity in his hand? He wondered, his hands still getting on around it.

Call her.

Text her?

Which was better? He thought, reaching for his device that kicked back on the bed. He took the yield of it up and sat up the next moment, unsure of the right words to type.

Hello, he typed. Can we see tomorrow? I've got a thing to tell you.

"No," Alexander corrected.

How about we make out again? I enjoyed it the last time.

"No," he changed his mind, clicking on the minus sign at the end of the message page.

It was not the right way to speak to a woman,