That night, as the city lights flickered from the horizon, I arrived at the usual hotel, even though Jeremy had told me not to.
My heart raced as I walked down the hallway, heading toward the room we had shared so many times before.
When I reached the door, an employee appeared and, with a professional smile, opened it for me.
“Thank you,” I murmured before entering.
The room was lit, every corner glowing with a familiar warmth.
I stopped at the threshold, letting the memories envelop me. I remembered our first night here, when it all began.
It had been spontaneous, a spark neither of us could ignore. The room smelled of wine and polished wood, and the curtains danced in the gentle breeze of that night.
Jeremy had been so attentive, so affectionate, that in those moments, everything
