I wait here, because you told me to do so. I wait here because I know far better than to go against your word. I comply without hesitation. I wait for an hour for your arrival. You told me you would be here at 6:45, and it is now 7:13. I worry a little, but not to a noticeable extent. I just kill time by getting acquainted with my surroundings. I set the keys to Room 208 on the nightstand and plop down on the meticulously made bed. Across the room from me is a long dresser drawer with a TV on top of it. I don't watch it. To the right of the TV is the bathroom door. I hadn't seen in there yet, so I get up to take a look. There's a plain white bath/shower combo with a semi-transparent curtain around it. Across from that is a matching white toilet, and next to that is the coordinating sink. I check myself out in the mirror above that. I run my fingers softly over my face and flinch slightly as I pass over the bruise on my jaw line. I smile. As I turned off the light to the bathroom, loud thuds come from the main door.
"Lemme in!" you shout at me. "It's fuckin' cold out here."
I open the door and you throw your scarf and hat on the floor and shake off the snow. You pause for a moment and look at me dearly. You pull my face to yours and kiss me, hard. Without a word, you break our embrace, pick me up, and hurl me onto the bed. I giggle a little. You know your strength gets me excited. You sit on the edge of the bed and remove your shoes. Your socks are soaked from the melted snow. You take off your jacket and toss that to the pile containing the rest of your clothes.
"No one knows you're here?" you ask without looking at me.
"No. Does anyone know you are?"
You shake your head. We're very lucky that we never get caught. I don't know what my boyfriend would do if he ever found out. He'd probably beat the shit out of me, without knowing that I would more than likely get off on it. He never was any good at knowing what I like. You, on the other hand, seem to
always
know.