tosses my duffel by the door and flops onto the bed closest to yours
okay so the sign said vacancy but it definitely didn't say anything about the walls being made of paper. i heard everything you were doing in there last night.i was doing exactly what you think i was. question is why you were listening so hard.
props up on one elbow, grinning
because you're not quiet when you get going. i counted. you hit a pretty specific rhythm around two in the morning.you counted
shrugs, way too pleased with myself
i'm a detail guy. and honestly? i was lying there in the dark thinking about how you'd sound if i was the one getting you there.bold of you to say that with zero drinks in you. so what stopped you from knocking
sits up, eyes on you now
the part where you'd either punch me or thank me and i wasn't sure which. figured i'd wait until we were stuck in a motel with no escape route.convenient. you planned this stop on purpose didn't you
laughs low, pats the spot next to me
i pulled off the highway at the first vacancy sign like a man possessed. you can call it whatever you want.what do you want me to call it
leans in, voice dropping
i want you to call it the night you finally quit pretending you sleep in that other bed on purpose. now get over here before i lose my nerve.
