This hotel room is plain,
boring,
it smells of bleach and sprays used to cover the scent of damp ceilings. Curtains are drawn, windows closed although there is still the sounds of muffled sirens and traffic.
She breaths in and out. Each time I feel the air she exhales hit my neck, along with her small, cold hands tracing patterns on my back. Spirals, squares, other odd shapes. As I let out a long sigh, she stops. I turn to face her, raising an eyebrow. She brings her hands up as if to say 'sorry', chuckling slightly. I smirk and sit up facing her. Both our legs crossed so our knees brush slightly.
Her soft hands hang round my neck, making my breath hitch. I wonder if she realises how much control she has over me every time we touch. Slightly, I move closer, making her lean the rest of the distance between us. Our lips hover against each others for a second. I notice the lilac circles that lie under her brown eyes as she stares back at me.
No longer wanting to wait anymore, I attach our lips. I feel her smile into it, due to my eagerness. Her lips taste like cherries, I remember her buying the lip gloss. I feel her hand move up my shirt, gently trailing her index finger up until she reaches my boob, massaging it. A shaky moan escapes my lips and I break the kiss, resting my head on her shoulder. Taking her hand out of my shirt, she lightly places them both against my back, patting a beat of an unknown melody.
My eyes start to close, the steady beat of her heart comforting me and as I'm about to fall asleep I hear her whisper "Is there somewhere you can meet me?"
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hOi new update. I didn't know how to end this so it turned out shit, nice.
