Sloane
I wasn’t sure what to expect spending the night in a hotel room with Benedict, but it wasn’t what I got. I didn’t expect laughter, and teasing, and honesty, and vulnerability, and most of all, happiness. But that is what I got.
We didn’t go through two boxes of condoms, but we did finish off one and started the second. In between rounds of s*x, we talked, touched, explored, and bared ourselves, bodies and minds to each other.
I’ve never felt more connected to someone, more heard and understood, then I do after one night with Benedict.
Eventually, we fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. In the morning, both of us struggle to wake up.
“Will you think less of me if I tell you I don’t want to get up and go back to the real world?”
I chuckle. “No, but I will remind you that y
