THE ANSWER
After stepping off the elevator and looking down at the two room keys in my hand, I sigh as I hear the door close behind me. "Well, you've come this far...here goes nothing."
Putting my room key in my pants pocket, I make my way towards the left wing of the hallway until I reach the room number that matches up with the key number, 1325.
Letting myself in, I look around, seeing nothing out of the sorts, except for one thing....him.
"Where is he?" I ask, but just as the question slips out of my mouth, I hear the familiar sounds of a shower being turned on, causing me to focus my attention towards the bathroom.
Should I go in? I wonder.
Tossing the idea around in my head, I figure I might as well peek my head in there, if not just to show him that I arrived... atleast to get a sneak preview of what might be to come.
At that thought, I slowly begin to make my way towards the bathroom, trying not to look down at the discarded clothes that he left on the floor, knowing if I do my nerves might get the best of me.
"She's not going to come." I hear him say as I open the bathroom door; and as I watch him through the silhouette of the curtains, I can't help but feel sorry for not coming sooner. "I'm so stupid, what the hell was I thinking?"
Not wanting to hear anymore, I take two steps forward, reaching my hand out to open the curtains, but gasp as the curtains are brought back, and his hand reaches out to grab the towel, off the rack, beside me; yet, it ends up grabbing me by my shoulder.
"You came?" is all he can say as he looks at me with, what looks to be, surprise and relief in his eyes. "I thought that-"
"You thought wrong." I interrupt, putting on a brave face as he begins to stare at me intently.
As we continue to look at each other deeply, or better yet, as he continues to look at me deeply, I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach; but knowing that if I look down, I'll probably see more than just the green of his eyes, well, that thought makes me continue to stare at him.
"Y'know your wearing too much," he says, breaking me out of my thoughts, and as I blush, realizing that the small flimsy curtain is the only thing that stands between me and his manhood, he begins to smile at me, devilishly. "Can you hand me that towel over there?"
Nodding before taking my eyes away from him, I turn around and grab the cotton hotel towel that he's preparing to use, and hand it to him over my shoulder.
"Y'know we're going to have to work on your nervousness around me." He says, with a sigh, and I wait a moment, until I think that he has the towel wrapped around him securely, before turning around to answer him.
"I'm not.." I begin, but stop myself, completely spell bound, as my eyes lock onto his chest...his masculine chest which I yearn to touch and hold on to, "n-nervous."
As his chuckles fill the room, and I watch him sidestep me to get out of the bathroom, I cant help but look down, and blush; before sighing to myself--knowing he's seen one of my weaknesses.
"Amy..." He calls out to me from the main room, causing me to turn around, and leave the bathroom; but only getting to make it to right under the threshold of the bathroom doorway, because as I turn to the left, and see him sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but a towel on, I become motionless.
"C'mere, Red," he says, motioning to the seat, on the bed, next to him, and as if I'm in a trance, I feel my legs walking towards him, and before I know it, I'm sitting down next to him, feeling his body heat radiating off of him, and smelling his musky, manly, scent as it takes a hold of me. "Now, was that so hard?"
At his slight condescending tone, I look up and try to glare at him, but end up laughing slightly at the playful look in his eyes. "You're crazy."
"So I've been told." He says, smiling at me warmly, probably happy, as I am, that I finally seem to be able to open up to him a little bit. "So, the next step is for you to tell me what you want."
As he says this, I feel myself close up a little and look downwards at my hands; something that I do when faced with a confusing situation, "What do you mean?"
Sighing, he places a hand on my leg and begins to soothingly rub the upper part of my knee; unknowingly breaking down the wall that I put around myself to keep away from these types of situations, "I want you to tell me what you want: whether it be what you want to happen tonight or whether it be what you want to do for the rest of your life...I don't really care, I just want you to tell me what you want. You, not anyone else."
At hearing his statement, I want to tell him that I don't know what I want and that I'm not sure what I will want in the future, as well, but as I look up into his sincere eyes and see the honesty portrayed there, I can't help but slightly smile at him and hit him back with the same stare that he's giving me; one filled with complete honesty. "I want..I want you."
After sighing happily at my statement, he leans into me, until I am once again surrounded by his minty-fresh smelling breath, and lays a soft, yet spectacular, peck on my lips. "Then how about we make your wish come true."
After stepping off the elevator and looking down at the two room keys in my hand, I sigh as I hear the door close behind me. "Well, you've come this far...here goes nothing."
Putting my room key in my pants pocket, I make my way towards the left wing of the hallway until I reach the room number that matches up with the key number, 1325.
Letting myself in, I look around, seeing nothing out of the sorts, except for one thing....him.
"Where is he?" I ask, but just as the question slips out of my mouth, I hear the familiar sounds of a shower being turned on, causing me to focus my attention towards the bathroom.
Should I go in? I wonder.
Tossing the idea around in my head, I figure I might as well peek my head in there, if not just to show him that I arrived... atleast to get a sneak preview of what might be to come.
At that thought, I slowly begin to make my way towards the bathroom, trying not to look down at the discarded clothes that he left on the floor, knowing if I do my nerves might get the best of me.
"She's not going to come." I hear him say as I open the bathroom door; and as I watch him through the silhouette of the curtains, I can't help but feel sorry for not coming sooner. "I'm so stupid, what the hell was I thinking?"
Not wanting to hear anymore, I take two steps forward, reaching my hand out to open the curtains, but gasp as the curtains are brought back, and his hand reaches out to grab the towel, off the rack, beside me; yet, it ends up grabbing me by my shoulder.
"You came?" is all he can say as he looks at me with, what looks to be, surprise and relief in his eyes. "I thought that-"
"You thought wrong." I interrupt, putting on a brave face as he begins to stare at me intently.
As we continue to look at each other deeply, or better yet, as he continues to look at me deeply, I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach; but knowing that if I look down, I'll probably see more than just the green of his eyes, well, that thought makes me continue to stare at him.
"Y'know your wearing too much," he says, breaking me out of my thoughts, and as I blush, realizing that the small flimsy curtain is the only thing that stands between me and his manhood, he begins to smile at me, devilishly. "Can you hand me that towel over there?"
Nodding before taking my eyes away from him, I turn around and grab the cotton hotel towel that he's preparing to use, and hand it to him over my shoulder.
"Y'know we're going to have to work on your nervousness around me." He says, with a sigh, and I wait a moment, until I think that he has the towel wrapped around him securely, before turning around to answer him.
"I'm not.." I begin, but stop myself, completely spell bound, as my eyes lock onto his chest...his masculine chest which I yearn to touch and hold on to, "n-nervous."
As his chuckles fill the room, and I watch him sidestep me to get out of the bathroom, I cant help but look down, and blush; before sighing to myself--knowing he's seen one of my weaknesses.
"Amy..." He calls out to me from the main room, causing me to turn around, and leave the bathroom; but only getting to make it to right under the threshold of the bathroom doorway, because as I turn to the left, and see him sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but a towel on, I become motionless.
"C'mere, Red," he says, motioning to the seat, on the bed, next to him, and as if I'm in a trance, I feel my legs walking towards him, and before I know it, I'm sitting down next to him, feeling his body heat radiating off of him, and smelling his musky, manly, scent as it takes a hold of me. "Now, was that so hard?"
At his slight condescending tone, I look up and try to glare at him, but end up laughing slightly at the playful look in his eyes. "You're crazy."
"So I've been told." He says, smiling at me warmly, probably happy, as I am, that I finally seem to be able to open up to him a little bit. "So, the next step is for you to tell me what you want."
As he says this, I feel myself close up a little and look downwards at my hands; something that I do when faced with a confusing situation, "What do you mean?"
Sighing, he places a hand on my leg and begins to soothingly rub the upper part of my knee; unknowingly breaking down the wall that I put around myself to keep away from these types of situations, "I want you to tell me what you want: whether it be what you want to happen tonight or whether it be what you want to do for the rest of your life...I don't really care, I just want you to tell me what you want. You, not anyone else."
At hearing his statement, I want to tell him that I don't know what I want and that I'm not sure what I will want in the future, as well, but as I look up into his sincere eyes and see the honesty portrayed there, I can't help but slightly smile at him and hit him back with the same stare that he's giving me; one filled with complete honesty. "I want..I want you."
After sighing happily at my statement, he leans into me, until I am once again surrounded by his minty-fresh smelling breath, and lays a soft, yet spectacular, peck on my lips. "Then how about we make your wish come true."