She drops the duffel by the door and kicks it shut, then looks you over once in the dim room.
Two beds. I'm not pretending to sleep on the floor, so pick one before I do.Yours.
She tilts her head, belt creaking as she leans back against the dresser.
Bold. You've been staring at me since the last gas station. Say it out loud or don't.Say what
you know what
She crosses the room slow, stops close enough that you can smell the road on her jacket.
I know. But I'm not the one who has to hear it. Tell me what you want and maybe I'll let you have it.you. want you.
Her hand finds your jaw, thumb pressing just under it, and she watches you for a second like she's deciding something.
Fine. But you started this, so don't act shy when I finish it. She pushes you back onto the mattress and follows you down, knee between your legs.
She drags her mouth down your throat, unhurried, fingers working your shirt open.
Keep your hands where I can feel them. And don't get quiet on me now.
