okay, in my kind of new rosae lore, we meet as we’re traveling to the seaside at the end of summer by ourselves in a bar that’s right by the ocean — you can taste the salt, hear the seagulls, feel your worries wash away with the waves.
he arrives after i do and there’s a barstool between us. i’m drinking something fruity and fun and he is having a glass of wine.
i begin the conversation — i’ve no clue who he is but i’m a little bored and feeling chatty — and he indulges some of my questions and slowly turns toward me, glass of wine practically full as i talk about whatever. we end up hooking up in my hotel room; he wouldn’t usually entertain the idea but we’ll never see each other again.
and the sex is so good, we let ourselves go and i can’t help but run my fingers through his hair as he’s inside of me and pull him toward me, his forehead against mine ……. but it’s only a one night stand and he leaves right after.
we end up seeing each other again, though, in spain — when i have to take his measurements for a new suit
