You're The Main Reason.

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I laid in that hotel bed, the ivory sheet draped across my naked body. My energy was drained from what had just happened. The window was open, and the cool Albuquerque wind blew in, bringing chills over my pale skin. I sunk into the bed, reaching my arm out as it hit warm skin. It seemed like the world had frozen, my hand just lounging there on my bed partner, my lover. I was about to doze off into sleep when I felt his arm jerk, and the bed rise. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was picking clothes up off the floor.
“Where are you going?” I asked, sitting up in the small hotel bed, holding the sheet still close to my body. He didn’t bring his eyes up to meet me as he looked for his shirt.
“I have a fiancée waiting for me at home,” his deep voice ringing in my ears.
“You’re leaving?” I asked, crawling to the edge of the bed.
“I think I just said that,” he snapped, picking up his shirt and sliding it on, working on the buttons.
“But we just made-” I started to talk before he cut me off, finally looking at me. His dark brown eyes were like daggers piercing my soul and heart.

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You're The Main Reason.

Submitted: December 29, 2011

I laid in that hotel bed, the ivory sheet draped across my naked body. My energy was drained from what had just happened. The window was open, and the cool Albuquerque wind blew in, bringing chills over my pale skin. I sunk into the bed, reaching my arm out as it hit warm skin. It seemed like the world had frozen, my hand just lounging there on my bed partner, my lover. I was about to doze off into sleep when I felt his arm jerk, and the bed rise. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was picking clothes up off the floor.
“Where are you going?” I asked, sitting up in the small hotel bed, holding the sheet still close to my body. He didn’t bring his eyes up to meet me as he looked for his shirt.
“I have a fiancée waiting for me at home,” his deep voice ringing in my ears.
“You’re leaving?” I asked, crawling to the edge of the bed.
“I think I just said that,” he snapped, picking up his shirt and sliding it on, working on the buttons.
“But we just made-” I started to talk before he cut me off, finally looking at me. His dark brown eyes were like daggers piercing my soul and heart. Read Chapter


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