

You & I have spoken so many times on social media. You live abroad and god knows I'm too busy to give you a heads up, even if I was to visit your city. We've flirted from time to time but nothings come of it. That is, until you're doing a conference in my town and know I'm only a 10 minute taxi ride away. You're only here overnight and think nothing of mentioning it to me as we chat casually after I responded to something you'd posted on your profile. We joke about finally meeting. Finally fucking..... You get to the hotel with an hour to spare before you need to head out. There's a part of you that wants to tell me you're being serious. You know we shouldn't but you are only here for one night, it wouldn't be complicated and nobody would ever know. Before you leave, you send me a message with your room number and what hotel you're at. The two ticks let you know I've read it but there's no reply.....Feeling like an idiot, you put your phone on airplane mode to stop yourself from checking it for the rest of the night. You can't stop yourself from feeling embarrassed all evening, dreading turned your signal back on and seeing I still haven't replied.
Finished for the night and eager to get to bed, you slip your room key in the slot and open the door. That's strange - you could have swore you switched the lights off. Strolling slowly into the room, you can't quite believe what you're seeing. There I am lying on the bed, eyes sparkling. Hungry. This is what you see. Your move. What do you do?