Distraction

For the night

The car stopped near the hotel as she got used to the feeling of his heart beating and the sounds of the city passing by, making her forget about everything that had happened earlier in that club. Like a nightmare before the sunrise, it all vanished and all I could think about was your presence.

The night was cold as the bodyguard opened her car door and they headed to the hotel entrance in silence. Losing the touch, she thought that it actually would've been pretty nice to hold his hand but it was too much to think about. Marshall was quiet and he didn't promise a word as the frown on his features was deep and thoughtful, making her wonder what was going to happen next. She hoped he wasn't just about to walk her to her door. No, no, no, I can't be alone tonight.

The hallway of the hotel was almost empty at that kind of hour and stepping into the elevator was like a habitual thing to do. Marshall pressed the button, looking in front of himself and she turned her head to notice his profile again. As if the whole night wasn't enough to observe his features. As if he could just walk away from the elevator and say "Good night" and there could be nothing between them. She was afraid of that feeling. She was afraid and that was something she wasn't used to around Marshall.

'Invite me for a drink?' she asked close to teasingly when she could bear the tension no more, arching an eyebrow but not looking at him. She had to be careful to understand what he was so intensely thinking about the whole road to the hotel but the elevator didn't have much room and she could smell his cologne again. Foolishly.

'Sure' Marshall answered somehow mindlessly and a distracted half-smirk appeared on his face. She didn't see it but she could feel that. Somehow she could feel a lot about him and his behavior in a newly-discovered habit of hers but it still wasn't enough. And could there be any "enough" that night?

The elevator arrived at Marshall's floor and she saw the number that told her his room was way higher than hers. Maybe, that's why she hadn't had a chance to see him earlier. But maybe, that was also for the better.

He opened the door to his room without any words and she saw a dimly lit hotel suite drowning in the dark yellow light. One bed with comfy white sheets, a sofa, few armchairs of pastel color, and panoramic windows with a night city light of New York, hiding behind the loose white curtains. Almost just like her own one. But with the presence of him, somehow a lot more welcoming and cozy.

She stepped into the room, looking around and hearing him closing the door shut. The sound of it was relieving and full of anticipation. Made Robyn realize the fact that they were sharing the same space with no one around and it made her close her eyes for a moment. She hadn't even known how much she waited for it until it became a reality. Her phone buzzed for the hundredth time that night and she threw her clutch on the small table near the sofa. No need to remind you about yourself. Unfortunately, I remember.

'I don't drink but I got Diet Coke and Mountain Dew' he pronounced hospitably, walking to the minibar on the other side of that one giant room. She sat down in the armchair and left her bomber on the sofa, crossing her legs and watching his figure in the furnishing of the suite. She thought that she'd already had enough of the drinks that night but she wanted to know what was on Marshall's mind and the conventions were unavoidable. 'So you are more than welcome to choose from this wide assortment' he added with a signature sarcasm filling his voice, and she let herself a smirk. You have no idea how much I missed your attitude, Marshall.

'I'll take the Coke' she answered, popping the "k" on purpose and feeling an urge to cheek. From what she knew, getting a reaction from him was try-worthy and that was exactly what she needed that night. She wanted to see him desiring her just like she desired him. Everything else should've been a blur. And it was.