MATEO
Roseline doesn't talk much as we ready ourselves for the long journey back to Las Vegas. She even refuses to shower with me.
"I'll bath after you," She says.
"Are you okay?" I ask as she wraps a towel around her body, about to walk into the bathroom.
"Yeah," she says, her eyes puffy. Has she been crying?
I pack her belongings and mine into one of my empty suitcases and wait on the bed for her.
She drops her towel to the floor, standing in front of the mirror as she applies her body cream. I swallow, my eyes looking up and down her naked body.
I stand up and wrap my hands around her bare waist and place my chin in the arc of her neck but she doesn't pause to acknowledge my touch.
She snuffles, "Not now, Mateo."
"You seem gloomy today," I say, letting go and staring at her t
