Seventh date

Whole night together. We'd managed to get one whole night, a night with no deadlines, a night that would end up with us asleep next to each other. This night began with me walking into another hotel room (this one was much nicer than the previous one, mainly because in the last case, all we wanted was a bed and a door that locked), pushed up against a door and taken without the removal of clothes. The need that we had kept locked up since the last time we slept together boiled over with such ferocity that there were a few bruises to soothe later that evening. An evening of relaxed conversation, a few drinks in the bar, the chance of a shared shower, a chance to go to sleep fingers twined and wake up spooning. A night where we discovered that this may not just be about sex, that this could be turning into something else, something we both could not deal with and so the next morning, the withdrawal began.
A cooling off period when we both realised that what we had done in that room had altered the both of us and now reality was invading. A reality with partners who knew not of the changes we'd been through. I went home that day weeping on the train. The smell of his skin imprinted on mine and the taste of him lingering in my mouth. This, this is the not so nice part of an affair.