KAEL
Her scent was everywhere in the hotel room. It hung in the air and soaked into every surface. The couch where I had first made her come.
The bed where I had taken her again and again until the night blurred into morning. The shower where I carried her before dawn because we had ruined the sheets, pressing her against the cold tile and not stopping.
The towel on the bathroom counter where I bent her over and drove into her until my hands shook.
In the end, we had fallen asleep on the couch. I woke the moment she shifted her weight and slid away from me, but I stayed still.
I kept my eyes closed and listened as she moved carefully, trying not to make a sound. The door opened. Then closed.
When I finally stood and checked the room, I saw she had left everything behind. She had
