The suit fit. I wasn’t sure why that made me angry. I wasn’t sure why the rain made me angry. I wasn’t sure why I was angry. I was more than angry, I was fucking pissed and I didn’t know why. He’d stayed after. I’d held him while he lay quietly in my arms. He’d touched my face and smiled. I don’t think the smile reached his eyes, but he stayed. We showered together, washing off the spunk and the lube and the sweat. I washed him, he washed me. We kissed under the water. There was no sex in the shower. We were sexed out. I lay the garment bag in the backseat of my truck so it wouldn’t wrinkle. The shoes and accessories bag went on the floor. I was starving. I’d missed lunch. I just wanted a burger or something I didn’t want any of the fancy shit on the menu at the hotel restaurant. I drove around the town looking for that place we’d gone to yesterday. I couldn’t find it. I found a chain place instead and pulled into the drive-thru.
