I'm clean, lying naked on my bed, and overthinking when she finally comes out of the bathroom. When she closed the door in my face, I ran to the nearest guest room, washed in less than five minutes, and ran back here to make sure she wouldn't be waiting for me.
And when I say I ran, I mean, I sped through the hallway like a good dog fetching his ball.
Turns out, she spent almost an hour in there. I know. I've been watching the clock.
She's naked when she walks out, and I sit up in bed, immediately at attention like the infatuated man I am.
"Are you alrigh—"
She presses a finger to her mouth as she makes her way to me. The lights are off, the room only lit up by the gray light of the full moon. Her porcelain skin is radiant as she sashays to me.
Like an angel coming down from heaven to greet the devil on earth's neutral grounds.
