Certainly the last thing I expected when we went back to his hotel room was a friendship that spanned years, a love affair that burned bright, then extinguished, then just as quickly rekindled. All I’d wanted was one night of pleasure from a handsome guy who seemed decent and kind, but that one night had turned into two, then three, and soon he was saying good-bye at the airport, promising to come see me in New York. “When can I come visit?” he asked, kissing me in front of my friends, who had already entered the security line. “Anytime you want,” I said, feeling a strange sensation in my belly at the thought of having to say good-bye. “I’m going to miss you,” I said, surprised to actually mean it. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon,” he said, giving me one last squeeze before letting me go. “You fly on home, little bird.” “Julie,” my friend Veronica said as we watched Jason walk off down the terminal.
