The hotel key card in my hand was slick from my sweaty palm. I had to wipe it on my jeans before inserting it into the door. When I heard the click of the lock opening, I almost turned around, got back on the elevator, and left. Almost. Sean was sitting on the edge of the bed when I walked into the room. He got up and I closed and locked the door behind me.
“I’m glad you came,” he said.
“I almost didn’t.”
“Well, I’m glad you did.”
The silence that followed was awkward and the king-sized bed positioned between us wasn’t helping the situation. Sean pulled condoms and a tube of lubricant from his jacket pocket and tossed them on the bedspread. Jesus. I stared at the items for a moment before asking Sean if he was sure he wanted to do this.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he said. “I meant everything I
