We went to put our bags in the rooms before going to check out the hotel. We decided not to all go together like some kind of herd/cult so we decided to split up and we would meet back at home ... That's what we called the penthouse, it was gonna be our 'home' for the next 2 to 3 weeks.
Dylan decided to come with me,just the two of us and the others went their own way. I was still kinda mad at him so I decided to not talk to him,act like he wasn't there the same way he did with me.
I didn't really know where I was going so I just wandered the halls and like a silent lost puppy, he followed. As I was walking, there was a door that was ajar, in the door it read "No entry" and right below it "Staff ONLY". It smelt good so I decide to have a peep and see what was inside. There were towels ...colourful and bright towels - bright red,pink, yellow,orange ... And a few shampoos,body wash and lotions in those little bottles that hotels always use.
I went fully inside because the towels looked very inviting, I went and picked one of them and they felt so soft. I have always had a thing with soft things ... I can't sleep without soft things.
Then it happened.
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My Stolen **first** Kiss
Short StoryThis is about how my first kiss was stolen ... over and over. Definitely not romantic or has a Happy ending. it's a real thing that happened and it happened to me.
