Something I’ve been working on, what do you think?
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You’re carrying your bag through the airport lobby, where I’m waiting at the gate. I smile when I spot you and wave you over excitedly. “Hey! Good to see you! You’re shorter than I expected,” I tease, to which you counter with a laugh, “and you’re quite a bit taller than I imagined too.” I laugh. “Everyone always says that.” I wrap you in a tight hug, making sure you can feel my nipples through the thin shirt I wore. Considering we’ve never met in person, our exchange is as familiar as long time friends.
“You ready to head to the hotel?” I ask lightly as we walk through the gently crowded airport. You nod, yawning. It’s early evening, around 7pm, but you’ve been on a plane for 8 hours and are understandably exhausted. We get in the car and head to the hotel.