"You know what?" I said to him in between puffs of my cigarette as we were resting on the bed.
"What?" he replied drowsily.
It was the third time we had sex. Tisoy, chunky, and balbon, to boot - the quintessential gallant Prince Charming figure, he was. But it wasn't just the physical aspect. We connected really well on a lot of levels. He was smart and articulate. We could talk about everything and anything under the sun. I enjoyed his company, and I thought he enjoyed mine. In fact, we've already had several dates. What more could I ask for?
I thought this was the right time to open up.
"I think I like you."
He chuckled as he untangled himself from my arms. He stood up, and stretched leisurely as he reached for his pants. As he was slowly putting it on and buckling his belt, my gaze turned towards the treasure trail coming out of the top of his jeans. It was teasing me to lick it one more time. I couldn't resist the hypnotic call. I knelt on my knees and rose gingerly, letting my tongue trace a path to his once-again erect nipples.
He let out a low moan that almost sounded like a growl.
"Tama na. I'm getting hard again," he said softly.
"And you like it naman," I playfully winked at him.
"Of course. Who wouldn't?"
It was my turn to chuckle.
"So I'll see you on Saturday?"
He paused as he opened the door to leave.
"I'll call or text."
And he never did.
Chuck it, Princess Aurora.
Not everyone gets their fuckin' Prince Philip and lives happily ever after.