I remembered how William had led me to the bedroom; how I’d stood there, mannequin stiff, as he undressed me for our audience of one.
“Are you alright, young man?”The wife, frowning, solicitous.
I waved the concern away.“Yes, fine, fine.Just...tired.Long day, y’know.”
She smiled, and suddenly all I could see was my mom, standing there.Hopeful, expectant; wanting little more than the reassurance that I was only ever making good decisions.
The door opened again; a glance told me I was finally on the correct floor.
“I...Uh, have a good evening,” I managed to fumble out, as I rushed past them.
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Part of me wanted toleave.Throw what little I’d brought back into my bag and yank the zipper across.Drive through the night, the radio tuned to something mindless.
The wave of exhaustion as I closed the bedroom door behind me said that was a terrible idea.
I shed clothes as I worked my way to the bathroom.Twisted the faucet to hot, and only moments later billowing steam began to fog the mirror.A blessing of its own, the reflection of my haunted face quickly obscured.
It felt like a scouring, as though the shower took the top layer of skin away with the sweat, and the drool, and the remnants of cum.Needles of heat, pounding at my shoulders and my scalp.A surgery, of sorts, to excise the guilt.
Only each time I closed my eyes, it was to see Flynn’s gaping stare as he looked up at me.His emotions more unreadable each time I pictured him, until the convulsions of his orgasm could’ve been the shuddering of death-throes as much as pleasure.
Lightheaded, I sank down to a crouch under the water.Then further still, the shower tray cool against my ass, as I leaned back against the white tiles.Hoping the thundering water would clear enough of my brain that I could sleep, at least.
Chapter Fifteen
He was in the lobby, waiting, when I came downstairs.Lured out of my room, and of my simmering frustration that wasn’t quite just guilt, by the thought of better coffee than the creaky drip machine could provide.Trying to remember where I’d seen a place that wasn’t just another chain, and in the process almost walking past Flynn sitting on one of the chairs in reception.
“What are you doing here?”
The look he gave me suggested that was a stupid question.All things considered, it probably was.
“How did you know I’d be staying here again?”
Flynn made a face.“Just a guess.You always liked things to be familiar.”
