The room was everything his rooms always were.
Wide and quiet and expensive, the kind of space that made the rest of the world feel very far away. He ordered water and had it at the bedside before I had finished taking my shoes off and I drank half of it in one go and sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the room to stop tilting.
He sat in the chair across from me, jacket off, watching me the way he watched everything.
"Better?" he asked.
"Getting there."
He nodded. Gave me five minutes of silence and the room settling around me before he crossed over and sat beside me on the edge of the bed and tilted my chin up with one finger and looked at my face.
Whatever he saw there made him start slowly.
He kissed me softly at first, just his mouth against mine, one hand moving into my
