Never Let Me Go

The Letter

"Ooo boy you lookin' like you like what you see. Won't you come over and check up on it? I'ma let you work up on it-"

"For the love of God Aria, shut the fuck up."

"You should let me love you, let me be the one to-"

"Aria!"

"Say my name, say my name, if no one is around you, say baby I love you."

"Arianna-"

"Cause every time we touch I get this feeling, and every time we kiss I swear I can fly!"

"Oh my God!"

If you haven't noticed, I'm probably on the way to becoming a divorcee, but I don't care. I'm in a good mood.

"Loosen up my buttons babe," I sing along, jumping back on the bed, this time straddling him. "Saying what you gon' do to me." I lean down, close to his ear. "But I see nothing."

"I got friends and you got friends," I sit up, still not getting up from off of him as the next song comes on. You know YouTube right? Well, you know those moments where you go to look up one video then that damn "Related" column shows up and you end up on there for hours. Unfortunately for my sweet and frustrated husband, I landed on one of those "Hit Songs from the 90's to 2000's" videos that include clips from hit songs. In addition, factor in the three cups of coffee I had and that I didn't have to teach tonight...

Yup. I'm in a damn good mood.

"Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" I do a dramatic lean back, my off shoulder, oversized shirt falling back revealing my bra. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?" I quickly sit back up, rolling on the side of Colin, watching as he continues to mess with his phone. "Don't cha."

"I wish my wife would shut the fuck up," Colin mutters.

"Ayyee!" I yell, jumping up when DMX "Party Up" comes on. Mimicking Bow Wow's dance moves from that scene in "Like Mike," I earn a hearty laugh from my husband.

"You're crazy, you know that?"

"Spending all your money on me, and spending time on me." I continue to sing, ignoring his comment. Then the song comes on. "Aww shit! Now you know I gotta go look this up," I run over to his open MacBook searching YouTube for "Right Thurr." Clicking play, I head back over to the middle of the floor, resuming my dancing.

"This is what I put up with," I hear Colin complain, but I'm so into my music that I don't even pay him any mind. "It's been over an hour now." Pause. "I wish someone would try to doubt my love for this woman."

"And I ain't even tired," I smile, moving my hips along to the catchy beat. This was my song back in the day. Yes mam. I made sure autoplay was enabled so the next video comes on after this one goes off. When it did go off, I immediately feel myself get hype all over again.

"I was like 'good gracious! Ass bodacious!''" I sing along, of course, being way too extra. This is the theme song to Kay's life. I swear. But tonight, it's my song.

"And naw, she don't have a Snapchat so ya'll really need to stop asking." At that, I turn around to see this motherfucker is recording me.

"No the fuck you aren't!"

"I knew that would get your ass to shut up," he laughs, putting his phone down. I run over to the bed, jumping on him trying to snatch his phone from him. "Too slow," he teases, reaching those long ass arms completely out of my reach.

"You ain't right," I pout, crossing my arms and laying down on the bed, facing away from him. I feel his hands go to rub my ass, something I've secretly come to love having him do. Not right now though. I'm mad at him. "No," I reach my arm back, slapping his hand away. "You don't get to touch the booty."