I feigned sleep as she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. An almost imperceptible frown crossed her face as we shared one common thought - only one more hour together.
She eased off the bed, careful not to wake me. I watched her through half-shut eyes as she walked across the hotel room.
1511.
Still wearing only my sweater from the night before, she stood by the window staring at the skyline but seeing nothing. The image of her silhouette burned inside me.
A thought crossed my mind and I hated myself for it. I wanted her to leave without saying a word. No goodbyes, no promises of phonecalls or emails, no hope for another last night. And I knew she was thinking the same.
Only 45 more minutes and I'm scared to death.
I need to tell her I love her. She would laugh and nothing would change. But worse would be for her to feel the same. Worse because we can only exist right here in this hotel room.
1511.
No husbands or wives. No commitments or obligations. Just an island with nothing between her skin and mine. Nothing but her lips and mine.
I pull the sheets tighter around me as she steps in the shower.
Just 30 more minutes and I smell her on me. Her perfume and her sweat. Her makeup and her sex. It washes over me.
The water shuts off and my heart pounds in my chest. I just want her to leave so that nothing remains. She opens the door and her eyes meet mine.
15 more minutes.
I start to speak.
