With nothing but a t-shirt on..

Took a cursory look round as I stepped into her room..
Something smelt odd..
She was sitting edge of the bed..
Back to the window.. With the curtains drawn..
A shaded table lamp was on..

Taking my jacket off, I asked..
"So is this how you normally greet your male visitors then? With nothing but your.."
"Of course not." she retorted..
Lowering her voice.. "You know when we were talking.."
"Online?" I asked
"Yeah.. You were.. You've been messing with my head.. making me feel all..."
"Frisky?" I ventured another word.
"Tingly.." She said as she stood up, "And I've not felt that in a while.."

"So tell me," she said, walking towards me, "why do they call you Roc then..?"

I squinted at her in the dim light, as I said..

"Means different things to different people..
Depends on who u ask..
My family say every time a situation knocks me down, I bounce back like Rocky..
My friends say I'm as dependable as a Rock..
And my ex's say I'm as hard a..."

She giggled, coming to a halt in front of me..

"What's funny?"
"Sade talked about you a lot.." She replied
"Don't believe everything you hear.."
"Uhm.." she whispered.. "There's only one way to find out.."

Our lips met..

But still...


...TBC