When he got up to go the bathroom, I looked through his nightstand. Tissues, a book on investing. ChapStick, a box of breath mints, and a long strip of foil-wrapped condoms. Not much to tell me who he was.
We’d met at a bar earlier that night. Both of us were drinking gin and tonics.
I fluffed my hair and arranged myself on the pillow, trying to look enticing. Maybe, when he returned, we’d have another go.
It was my first night off in over a week, but I couldn’t face the thought of going home. All those empty hours.
We’d met at a bar earlier that night. Both of us were drinking gin and tonics.
I fluffed my hair and arranged myself on the pillow, trying to look enticing. Maybe, when he returned, we’d have another go.
It was my first night off in over a week, but I couldn’t face the thought of going home. All those empty hours.
