The inkwell fiction challenge/my mysterious promise fulfilled

When I said I would get it for you, I never knew it would be this soon. I dared to dream for you on a platter that never was in my hands.

"Maybe my love for you isn't that enough, maybe you need some more of my attention. Of course sometimes we don't cuddle and other days I lose it not reading your body language.
He went on to say as I listened in to his rather strange vibe. Having known Pires for all these years, this was going to be my very first time to not tell where this conversation was headed.

Clad in a fading blue denim shirt, brown khakhi trousers and his old pair of black tiger suede boots, I noticed something new to his look. Is that a Rolex? I exclaimed!

Standing in akimbo as if preparing a bragging statement, his face opened with such a wide smile as the blossom of a flowering sunflower in the midst of a coffee plantation.

Sshh! This is what he always did whenever he didn't have an answer to my questions or simply wanted me to shut up.
This time, I was burning with this desire so he could reveal why he was ambushing me with all this rhetoric drama of yet another love manifesto. I wanted to confront him and pull off his first finger off the lips so he could say a word.
Instead, he reached me like I was not even seeing because all I remember is that he had pinned to the wall and the sane lips were talking with mine one on one.
My breath started getting heavier as he took into his mouth my upper lip and the left one each at a time.
The Rythm run down through my spine and I could feel my thighs quake. My red dress that I won that afternoon was fetching the hear from the sunshine already.

Yes, it was a hot Wednesday afternoon but we were indoors. Or, had he actually pulled me outside without me noticing.
Why would I bother anyway? He was doing me exactly how I always fancied from him. Abrupt, intense and random!
He held me and lifted me slightly bending my knees so my legs can find anchor on the wall. Holding me so firm and making me feel like a princess in cradle land, flames blazing all over, setting my spirits on fire. I let him take charge of me and delved into the sweetness of what I knew so well, there awaited me.

He pulled me over close into his chest and carried me towards the door way through to the parking lot.
Pires had long promised me a vintage car but I never had envisioned it coming my way; not any day!
Here it was right in front of me and the key was already in my hand.
Shivers ran down through my lungs that I almost gasped for air. My pulse went into a comma, my eyes so wide open as if they had been forced into slumber for decades, my tongue became so heavy and dry.
I thought I was suffering a stroke but I was not thinking regardless.
It was a sky blue Bentley with squiky clean interior.
The driver's door swung open when I pressed the remote and yes, I could not wait to rave that Engine.

I opened my eyes to the glare of a gentle strike from the sunrise illuminating the back of my window curtain as it filtered through like to quietly say good morning. As I stretched my hand to pick my phone from the chandlier table where it finds it's dwelling every single night just in case I don't have to stuff it under the pillow, the rather disturbing default ring tone fell silent.
My heart was in awe, my mind super perplexed.
Then did it dawn on me that I had been on a short trip into dreamland.
A good dream is a prior signal to danger, so they say.
I would never mind how this turns out but whether I was thinking or just dreaming, you never can tell!

Thanks for reading,hope you enjoyed.
@mariez