I leave her naked on the bed with the sheets barely covering her body. Her was face burrowed in a pillow exhausted and breathing loudly. I take a deep breath and my lungs fill softly with the scent of our sex in the air. I kiss her foot and put on my shirt. She tosses in bed and slightly wakes up.
“What are you doing?” she asks me. I hush her and continue to get dressed.
We met in the bar about 5 hours ago and I’m still debating if what happened was a mistake. I place the note on the nightstand, pick up my purse, and leave the motel.
I want to feel upset. When she wakes up she will be alone.
It was her first time, and for the two of us it was our last.
I left my stockings in on the chair, but I didn’t turn back.
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