The invitation

James POV

I feel like texting her already. I want to invite her over for coffee or something. But not over to my house, at a restaurant, I guess. I hope she will not refuse me.

I could not help it, I dreamt about her the whole of last night. It was the first time for me to dream about a woman after so many years. I don't know what is so special about her that I could not resist her. I remember her cute big eyes. Her body shape which was so curvy and her long black hair. She looked so beautiful even though she has rain drops on her body.

I look at my phone, and it's 4.00 am. I think it's too early, she might be still sleeping by now. Likewise, I just cannot wait until 6, so I can finally talk to her, I wonder when I will make her mine. Just for one night, I am confident if I spend the night with her, I will lose all interest in her. That is how I want it to be.

Since that terrible heartbreak, I don't know how many women I have slept with. They were countless. There was no time when I r