It was almost midnight when I entered my room in the hotel that we – you, me, and the other three staff members that came along the trip – were staying at. I locked the door behind me and jumped straight into the shower. I sighed as the hot water relaxed my tensed up muscles, and almost smiled as the frothy soap washed away the 3 hour flight from my skin, leaving it fresh and smooth.
I had just stepped out of the bathroom when I heard a notification pop up on my phone. I thought maybe it was my husband checking in before he went to bed, but instead, it was you. I grabbed the phone and unlocked the screen to read your message. *”There’s no hot water here”*, it said, *”mind if I take a shower in your room?”*. I stared at the words for a moment. I couldn’t tell if you were saying the truth or if you were just trying to make an excuse to come and see me. Either way, the request sounded tempting. And right there, without paying much mind to the fact that we were both married people, I said yes. *”Yes, as long as you bring me some wine.”*, I typed.