The Lance Incident Pt. 02

We unlocked our embrace and I got up to go discard of the condom and wash off a bit in the shower. When I returned, Lance was in his bathrobe sitting on the edge of the bed, "You want to stay with me?"

"I would really like to, but I know a lot of people who work in the hotel and I can't really take the chance of being seen doing a walk of shame from a guy's room, if you catch my drift," I explained.

"I understand," He said, "We need a place where we can both just be us."

I nodded my head in agreeance as I put my clothes on. I didn't want to leave, but I had to, it was late. I expressed how nice of a time that I had and that it was good to see him again and I walked out the door, back to my normal, boring life.

***

It had been about a month since my encounter with Lance and I thought about him every day. I often wondered if he thought about me in the same light, but I chalked that up to just being horny. I was sitting at my desk at the radio station when I saw that I had received a text message. It was from a phone number that I didn't recognize but with an area code that was from a city just a few hours south of mine. It read:

Hey there! This is your hotel buddy. I just wanted to let you know I will be in Atlanta next month at the same time that their team plays yours. I will be staying just outside of town where prying eyes won't be around. There's only one bed though, is that a problem?

I smiled and just simply text back:

Send me the location. I will be there.