It’s happening, it’s finally happening. Months of anticipation building up to this moment… I can feel my heart thudding through my chest as if it’s trying to break free, my breath becoming staggered at the thought of what’s to come, what’s just around the corner. My hands grip tightly at the steering wheel and my thighs tense up, trembling in excitement and longing. I can’t wait to reach my destination. Will he be there waiting for me? Or will I be the first to arrive at our room? My mind buzzes, wandering over all of the possibilities that tonight can bring.
“Just keep driving, Em. Stop getting worked up and distracted by excitement. Focus!” I scold at myself, pulling myself out of my own daydream.
My breathing becomes increasingly staggered as I pull into the hotel car park and find a space. As soon as the car engine stops, I’m looking in the mirror. I fluff my thick, shiny hair to look sexy-messy, pinch my cheeks so they’re a rosy innocent red and apply a thin layer of lipgloss to make my plump lips inviting. Just as I start to gather my overnight bag which is on the seat next to me, my phone pings. I glance over nonchalantly and unaware, my heart races as I see his name, and my stomach tenses. Is he here? I unlock my phone and open his message.