Room 1802

That was all your text said.

“Room 1802”

It was our room.

Old memories of our naked bodies tangled together flashed across my mind. Your warm soft lips tracking kisses over my shoulder, up my neck, I lose myself in your touch.

What’s crazy is how often I’ve been thinking of you. Wanting to hear from you like some desperate ex-girlfriend.

I wave down a taxi and give them the address.

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