He stood in the doorway. Just leaning. Not all in but enough so that the wind picked up his scent and carried it across the room to where she sat cross legged on the bed. She hadnt noticed him before. She did now.
Not many things happened that day. But the lingering scent of sex on the sheets was like a promise that the night was soon to come.
Crossing the street to where he stood, an imperfect figure in battered jeans and tee shirt. They couldn’t quit this thing they’d started. And even though it wasn’t something either would admit, the longing and anticipation was a drug they both needed.
He wouldn’t close his eyes until he knew she was asleep. Safely tucked in his arms. Just this once he could hold her and it was okay. Nothing more than two bodies needing the comfort of each to sleep in a strange city.
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 