She felt disoriented when she woke up. That room looked somehow familiar, yet not quite right. Too big, too fancy. What was going on? She blinked, yawned and then the memory of what had happened last night crashed back onto her.
"Oh shit" she whispered, somehow shocked and yet a smile ran across her face. She looked next to her, the bed was empty. Had that really just happened? Had she just spent the night with a total stranger, who now made it very clear through his absence that he meant her to leave? That certainly had never happened before, and it shouldn't have at all. After all, she was married. Sure, things hadn't been the way they were supposed to for quite some time now, but that didn't justify what she had just done. And the ease with which she had just completely ignored all her commitments last night shocked her. She wasn't that girl – or was she? She tried to figure out how she felt about that, knowing that she should feel guilty, ashamed, and terrible. But there was only emptiness. She sighed, trying to get her head around this. It had probably been a huge mistake, but after all, a mistake that she had needed. The way she had enjoyed herself the night before made that pretty clear to hear. She could either beat herself up about it now, about something she couldn't change anymore anyway, or accept it for what it was, a one time thing, something just for her and about which no one would ever hear a thing. The could lie to herself about it, but what good would that do? She had enjoyed it, It had been great, she had needed something like that for ages and it was over now anyway.
She rolled over to where he had slept and smelled on the pillow. It DID smell great… The memories of his eyes, his lips, his voice and his touch where just flooding back to her when she suddenly heard a noise. Someone had just turned on the shower in the bathroom. She got up on her elbows, slightly moving her head to the right, listening. Was that really…? Was he still here then?
Her mind started racing, she hadn't expected that and she wasn't sure at all if she actually ever wanted to see him again or just keep the memory of that perfect night untouched, unharmed and separated from her real life. She sat up, uncertain of what to do, then fell back into the cushions again, shaking her head in disbelief at her own actions and chaos.
"Ok no, this can only go downhill from here either way" she said to herself, then swung herself out of the bed. She tiptoed around the room, collecting her clothes from the floor, still caught between the feeling of excitement and arousal about what had happened and being purely shocked. She had never imagined that she'd find herself in a situation like this. She silently put on as many clothes as she needed to be presentable, holding her shoes in one hand and moved to the door. She glanced back at the room, taking one deep breath. She heard the shower being turned off in that very moment, opened the door and silently slid outside.
The day had gone by rather quickly, packed with work and meetings. She had found it hard to concentrate as the memories of what had happened kept coming back to her. It hadn't been that easy to just accept it as a onetime thing and not worry about it as she had hoped. Especially not as she couldn't help but smile when she thought about him. Him. She never even got his name, or even given him hers. How weird was that? But maybe all for the better…
She had 1 missed call from her husband when she got back to the hotel, but she could only bring herself to text him back, saying she was still busy and would be till late that night. She couldn't face talking to him now. She hadn't really eaten the whole day apart from one banana and tons of coffee, so she had ordered room service. She was completely confused and had promised herself to spent that night in her room, sort things out. And whatever happened to stay the hell away from that bar. She remembered how he had looked her right into the eyes, his warm hand on hers, those big brown eyes… she suddenly felt very lonely again. It had been what felt like ages since someone had listened to her, paid attention to her. And she was pretty certain no one had ever looked at her like that ever before. The sheer thought about it made her stomach flip while tears shot into her eyes at the same. What the hell had she done? And what on earth was she supposed to do? She sank down on the wall in her room to the floor, pulling her arms around her knees, finally allowing the tears to come.
Only seconds later, she heard a knock on her door and jumped. She quickly dried the tears, shouting "Just a moment". She only now realized how hungry she was. Room service had taken for ever, but she really didn't want to risk running into him again downstairs at all. It could only be weird, and she couldn't face being ignored by now, nor could she face whatever might happen if he looked at her again like that. She quickly got up, trying to pull herself together. She rushed by the mirror, wiping away the mascara her face was covered in now and then went to the door. She tried to smile when she opened it, stopping half way through when she saw that it wasn't the room service after all.
"I usually don't follow up on girls who walk out on me" he smirked, "but then again, usually women don't walk out on me…".