Chapter six:
What I'm feeling isn't like me at all. But I don't care. Tonight, I'm going to be irresponsible and carefree. It's my reward: stocking up on fun before I spend the several months focusing on my career.
The people exit the elevator five floor's below ours. As soon as they're gone, Travis nuzzles my neck. You smell good. He said.
His breath tickle's, and I place a hand on his cheek. So do you. I replied back to him. And in the small confines of the elevator, his scent seems to intensify until my senses are saturated with the pine and male. Why isn't the car moving any faster?
The elevator door's finally open with a ding. We rush out, laughing breathlessly like a couple of horny teenager's. He stops in front of a door and sticks his card key in. The light blinks red. I drum my fingers against the wall. The hotel needs to upgrade it's card reader. Doesn't their management know their guest's time is money?
He tries again. But the door remains locked.
Shit. Why isn't this working? He mutters.
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