“Room for Two, Please.”
Ray said to the clerk, after making it to our new hotel. The first one was a bit run down. While we slept in separate beds, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander to his side of the room. His worn-in blue jeans and white t-shirt glued to his body as if they were tailored. I loved watching him take off his boots and scoot up the bed, smiling, while tucking his hands behind his head. Watching his head softly touch the pillow made me wish we shared a bed. While our new hotel was a bit of an upgrade, the beds were even farther part, making me want him even more.
We were having a blast
He treated me like a princess. We went out exploring in the day, finding our way through the beautiful vast wilderness that is the desert. My little Nikon was getting more use in one week than in the past months on my own. He just knew all the places to take me, giving me one experience after the other. At night we would shower and put on the one spiffy outfit we each owned and made our way downstairs to hit the casino and sip on some cocktails. Our little room for two would always be our last stop, where I would reflect one day after another on how lucky I was he rescued me.
One night we got a little tipsy.
We were celebrating because we were on a winning streak. He had surprised me earlier on with a perfect little gold dress. I looked stunning. I felt so beautiful and more importantly, I felt I was becoming his. We took a seat at a blackjack table. They had room for two more, so we sat down and went for it. We kept winning. It was so fun, and at one point he leaned in and whispered in my ear “You’re my little good luck charm.” I reciprocated by kissing him softly on the cheek. When I looked up at him, he was smiling, but with soft eyes, like he was waiting for that kiss. I felt that he wanted more. After our big win, we went upstairs to celebrate.
We popped a bottle of Champagne and danced together in our little room.
Filled with excitement, we were so happy to have won, but more importantly, to have each other at this moment. We connected so intensely. It was as clear as day we were a match, but I was shy, and he was a gentleman. He knew he had to take his time after what happened to me in the desert when I was hitchhiking. Growing tired from dancing we collapsed onto the couch. Sitting closer than we ever had. He ran his hands through my hair and slid the palm of his hand against my soft cheek. He said, “well, it’s time to lay down.”
My heart sank as I started to walk towards my bed.
I knew that once again I would be observing him from a distance. Just as I was about to lay down I felt him grab my hand and pull me up. “What are you doing?” I said. He began to pull me into his side of the room, and alas his bed. Slowly he pulled my body down on top of his. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment for this girl. Don’t you see, baby? There’s room for two in this bed.”
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