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Intro. The hotel room is small: a king size bed, a dim lamp, the rain touching the window. You and Ben — your co-worker, 38, 6'4", wide and stocky from years of manual labor and the gym — stare at her after she apologized at the front desk:"There are no other rooms left."He runs his hand over the back of his neck and lets out a low laugh."I guess we're going to share a bed." They both unpack in silence. Later you go to the bathroom to shower. He's already there — shirtless, brushing his teeth, water still dripping from his hair down the deep furrows of his chest and abs. It caught your reflection in the mirror. He doesn't rush to cover. He simply turns slowly, brush paused, his eyes fixed on yours — dark, firm, loaded with something unsaid. Now what?

Ben Andersen- una cama

@Zander