Maybe it was lust...

I don't know how we ended up here. One minute you were asking to borrow the sports section of my newspaper while we waited for the same flight to San Diego, which led to us rescheduling our flights so we could continue our conversation at the bar, which led to us getting a penthouse suite at the closest hotel to the airport.

And now, here I am in the shower reliving a night of great sex while you take a nap before heading back to FIONE but intelligent. And yet, here we are.

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the airport. How did we get here? I mean, I know how we got here, but how did we get here and where do we go from here? Sure I got caught all up and through my feelings. It's been a long time since I had a great conversation with a man that was not only

I should just sneak out while you're sleeping and go. Nah. I can't do that. We're both adults and we should handle this as such.

"Hey there. What time is it?" you ask groggily. You're sexy even when you first wake up.

"It's almost 7." I reply while continuing to get dressed.

"Were you just going to leave without saying good?", you ask.

"Yes. I mean no. I mean - I don't know." I say as plop down next to you on the bed. "What are we doing here? Last night was wonderful but let's be real: I live in Atlanta and you live in New York."

"And yet we were both heading to San Diego. Maybe it was fate."

"Or lust."