Meeting for the first and last time [MF][first person].

I'd wanted you for so long. The cravings started from our very first conversation and increased tenfold when we decided to finally meet. I stood alone in the room of the hotel you'd chosen, just off of the main road and hidden from the prying eyes of anyone we might know. I must have changed my mind about my outfit at least five times, but eventually settled on a dress you had complimented before. You probably don't remember, but I do. A sleeveless, knee-length black dress with my favourite lace lingerie underneath. No shoes, minimal make up and a delicate silver chain around my neck. I was so nervous that I had to consciously control my breathing, between involuntary glances at the clock. Seven minutes until you arrived.