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A bottle of the hotel's finest Bordeaux blend, tempered inhibitions, mesmerizing hum of the vibrating bed in the suite next to theirs -- all paved a way for their slow spiral into passion. Outside, the sky turned a wretchedly beautiful chartreuse before dipping the sun into the horizon.
Time seamlessly weaved itself into evening as they made love all afternoon atop the soft, ivory-kissed sheets. The solemnness of nightfall brought forth many unanswered questions but, questions can wait, they thought, as they felt their way through the labyrinth of emotions.
I want you, she heard herself whisper, but no words escaped her lips.
I need you, he heard himself whisper, but now wasn’t the time for this.
The ebbing streetlight showed its way through the sheer, white curtains, giving the room a soothing, dreamy blush. She watched in awe as the light crept up his body, hugging his chiseled arms and defined abdomen. He stared in equal wonderment as the warm, orange hue bathed her beautiful, long legs, gently washing over her bare, perky breasts.
With every tug of her hair, with each rhythmic thrust, with each kiss planted firmly on the others’ lips - they felt as if they’d been hit by a cataclysmic tempest, rendering them helpless, yet making them feel so alive. But was it just the sex? Or was there something more?
The droning wail of the police siren muffled his groan as he came. She could feel him trickling out and he tasted so sweet in her mouth. He opened his eyes and smiled, searching her face for one to meet his own. But instead,
I love you, don’t you love me too, her curious eyes questioned.
Why can’t we be more? Why are we just friends, he heard himself asking.
The clock read 9:15 p.m., marking the time, marking the collective beat of their exhausted hearts. She untangled herself from his embrace and walked over to the sofa to grab her clothes.
As she fastened the last button on her blouse, she gave him a weak smile. I should leave now, she mouthed,
but I don't want to go, her heart echoed.
He sat upright on the bed and nodded in agreement. Yeah, you should; you don’t want to miss your flight, he whispered,
but I wish you would stay, he thought.
Together, they walked to the door; silence, confusion and regret intermingled in the open air as if to mock this charade. She looked back at him one last time, and without another word, left all of their Maybes behind the hotel door.
I love you, he breathed out, as he shut the door behind her.
I love you, she breathed out, as the door came to a close.
* * * * *
Don't let pride get in the way. Don't let the possibility of rejection bind you.
Tell him before it's too late.
Tell her before you lose her forever.