Blue Sky

I remember the sky being so blue as we looked out the hotel window. Everything was so clear and crisp as I watched her sitting on the window ledge in a robe taking a long drag on her cigarette.

We had been fucking on the bathroom floor when our room service interrupted. Afterwards, we moved to the bed and fucked until we exhausted ourselves. As we stared out the window high over the city we spoke in whispers and of the future.

It thrilled us to go to hotel rooms and fuck — we never made love, we just fucked. Our love affair for hotel rooms began with our second date when we thought it would be a wonderful idea to buy an expensive bottle of wine, get a hotel room, and see where it would lead us. In the morning, the bottle of wine was half finished and we realized, as she liked to say, “We fit perfectly”.

We fucked all over the city until one day she told me she’d met someone and had fallen in love. She asked if I wanted to fuck one last time for old time sake — I told her I couldn’t. My smile must have been strained as I gave her a long hug, said goodbye, and walked away.

She said nothing as she let me go.