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I try to rise to my tiptoes, but I slip on the slick floor

There

My feet find the towel Still, it’s too slippery I can’t et closer Or break our embrace

I want both And neither I want to tell him I love hi that ht hurt

How can I let myself fall harder?

How can I stop myself?

It’s Ryan

He’s everything

The elevator dings He shifts his hips, releasing me He bends to scoop my towel and drapes it over his arm

He steps into the hallway Turns tosmile as he unwraps his towel and drapes it over mine

He’s just as beautiful with soft orange wall paper and fluorescent light surrounding him

His wet hair sticks to his forehead

A bead of water drips off his chin It traces a line down his chest and stomach Beneath his belly button Past that soft tuft of hair All the way to the waistband of his swimsuit

I s hard

He takes my hand Leads me to our hotel room It’s only a few dozen feet, but it feels like a ain I need to lose myself in my lust