He moves and looks up at me.
Reality seeps in, and I unlock my legs from his waist.
He settles me back on the ground, but my legs are so weak they wobble when my feet touch the floor.
I lean back against the wall, and he presses his hands on either side of me. He’s not looking at me though. He’s looking at the same thing I came to find. The little heart with our names inside. Paul and Jia, forever.
I look too then back to him. I couldn’t come down here and not look for it. I never thought I’d find him here too.
I’m shocked to shit when he touches our names engraved in the wall and sadness fills his eyes.
I don’t know what to say.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what this means.
We just had wild sex. Me and Paul.
We just had wild sex at The Dark Odyssey, and we’ve been broken up for the last six years.
When his gaze returns to mine, the sexual heat returns, but he doesn’t say anything to me. That just heightens my anxiety. He fixes his cock back in his pants and bends down to get my slip.
“Paul…” I manage, my voice quivering.
“Get dressed and come.”
“Where are we going?”
“To our room.”
Our room…
I remember it.
“You coming?” He holds my gaze, and I nod, pulling the slip over my head.
When he reaches for me, I take his hand while I continue to push reality away.
The ghost of myself who still wants him won’t allow me to do anything but say yes.
* * *
I think hours have passed.
There’s no clock on the wall, so I’m relying on what I can see outside the long French windows to guide me. It’s still dark outside, but it feels like it might be in the very early hours of the morning. I want to guess that it might be around three, maybe four.
We’ve been up in this suite for hours.
It’s one of the private suites on the floor below the penthouse. I’m told the penthouse suites are reserved for the club owners and their friends.
The suites like the one where in are for guest, but you’d have to book in advance to get it, and it costs a pretty penny.
Paul got it for us, just like he did in the past.
I was too busy kissing him to focus fully on how he got it. I remember seeing a credit card. My memory fades pretty much after that. Between the ongoing cycle of sex and us tasting each other, I can’t remember anything.
Now it seems we’re taking a break.