I wanted to shower but didn’t. People on the plane would be disgusted with my smelling of sex and sweat, but I didn’t care. Then Jeff came out in a towel, looking quite appealing.
“Where are my keys?” I asked once I’d dressed.
Jeff took them off the dresser. “You were in no shape to drive last night. Your car’s back at Tito’s.”
“Can you drive me there?”
“Soon as I have some coffee.”
Brewing took mere minutes, but seemed an eternity and the coffee was awful, or was that me? There was little conversation and when Jeff finally dropped me at my car in the deserted parking lot at Tito’s, he kissed my cheek and said, “Thanks for a great night, Axel.”
I started to correct him, then stopped. “You bet,” I said and away drove the near stranger.
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