My car keys are staring at me, daring me to pick them up. I’ve already googled directions. Would have to throw a few things in a bag. No need for too many clothes. Doubtful we would make it out of the hotel room.
Your picture is taunting me, too. Want to feel your skin on mine, taste your kisses. Got to have your hands on me, watch you smile as I touch you.
You’re on cam again, tempting me with that “Come here” look in your eyes. My pulse races at the thought of it. Anticipation would be killer with the long drive. We might manage to say Hello before we tear each other’s clothes off.
I filled the gas tank already. The keys keep staring at me….