{One} Last night, at the hotel restaurant, you sat alone at a table near the window. I saw you looking my way, averting your eyes when I caught you.
Later, I saw you in the hall on the third floor while I was out getting ice. Your dark eyes flicked to mine, then away. You passed by quickly, without a sound.
I’m pretty sure you passed by my room later in the evening when I reached out to pick up the extra towels.
Was that your shadow passing by slowly tonight, slipping quietly by my door?
Will you be there in the restaurant again tomorrow, sipping dark wine by the window?
It’s late, and sleep is evasive. When I close my eyes I see you, and now you don’t look away. I’m arrested by your eyes, dark and placid. My skin suddenly feels hot and prickly. You’re gripping my arm tightly, and when I look down I can see that you’re aroused. Your body is warm as it presses into mine. You’re tense and trembling.
When I turn my eyes back to your handsome face, you’re smiling but your sharp teeth are covered with blood.