out of breath ; hemmings au

four

Finally, we spot the motel in the horizon. It was small, just one floor with no many rooms, but the vacancy sign was on. We easily find a car park since there’s hardly any taken. Luke grabs his bag and the rubbish to get rid of before jumping out of the car. He quickly walks towards my side to open the door for me, even though I was already on it. He offers me his hand again and I use his muscles as support to avoid putting all my weight in my feet. We both walk calmly to the reception.

Steps away from the door you can already smell the damp. I wrinkle up my nose and glance up to Luke to see on his face the same expression as me, but he isn’t hesitating on getting inside. Hopefully the rooms are in better condition. Or maybe not, I think the moment we walk through the door. Shades of brown is all I can see: furniture, walls, floor, ceiling; everything was brown and boring. Even the man sitting behind the desk seems ancient. He’s more like an old movie character. 

“Hello,” Luke greets him. “We’re looking for a room,” the guy looks up and smirks at him before turning to me. He stares me up and down with hungry eyes. He’s disgusting. Luke steps forward making him stop.

“Sure, let me check which one’s available so you can be comfortable,” he uses his computer for a moment before adding, “Room 105, mate. Give me a name.”

“Hemmings.” The receptionist types it into the computer, and then he shifts his weight on the chair he’s sitting in, to reach the keys behind him. Then he leans forward as Luke stretches his arm making it easier to the man to place the room keys in his hand. “Cheers,” he says.

Luke grabs me gently by the arm and pulls me out the door to find the room we’re assigned. He unlocks the door revealing its insides. The first thing I see is the matrimonial bed in the centre. 

“We really need to share a bed?” I say hoping he’ll offer to sleep on the floor. 

“Well, you can always use the floor if you like,” he shrugs smirking.  

“Wow, what a gent you are!” I give him an ironic smile and he chuckles a bit.

I walk to the bed and sit at the end, this is horrible. The mattress is too soft and the cover itches. This won’t be as comfortable as I expected to be. 

Luke was going through the bag right beside me. “Wanna take a shower first?”

“Yes, please.” Alone at last! 

He hands me some clothes, “you okay with a t-shirt and underwear?” He offers. I don’t have much of a choice so I nods and take the pieces of clothing from his hand. 

“Thanks.”

I stand in front of the bed for a moment before walking to the bathroom. The mattress still isn’t going back to his original form after a few long seconds. “We’ll sleep nice and tight,” I say rolling my eyes. It seems like irony is my language.  

“Stop complaining Moon,” a small chuckle escapes his lips.

Hearing his voice saying my name, formed by his lips, still feels foreign to me. For how long has he know me? How much does he know about me? I barely know his name but I’m afraid of asking anything else. I might find out things I don’t want to know, or I could make him mad causing him to hate me, which would lead him to make all much more difficult for me. 

I head to the bathroom in silence and close the door. I smile unconsciously. My hands dance in my pocket until I grasp my finger around the little bag. I take it out and quickly open it taking out another small amount of white powder. I inhale it and, just like the time before, I stand there assimilating its effects.