“So… how did you like dinner?”
“Nice place, good food, just the way it was supposed to be.”
Back in the hotel room, without the escape route of random conversation about scenery, restaurants, people in the mountain town and all other miscellaneous things tourists use to keep themselves occupied, the two of them couldn’t avoid the obvious reason for their being there and a bridge needed to be forged between what they had been thus far and what they needed to be that night. Avoiding any sort of physical intimacy or closeness up to that point might have been a mistake and a way to remedy it had to be reached immediately; but a solution didn’t appear to be at hand, as they both seemed slightly uncomfortable and out of place.
“I think I’ll go take a shower. Or do you want to go first?”
“You go; I should sort out my clothes, see if they need to go in the wardrobe or something.”
“Ok then,” and he picked some stuff from his overnight bag, heading into the luxurious bathroom without another word or even a look.
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https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/parallel-lives-7
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…. and iBooks, of course. 🙂
Ana Linden 
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