*Alex*
I awoke at the sound of the hotel suite door shutting with a note of finality. My eyes opened, but I made no move to stop Chloe. I should have been expecting her to do this, anyway.
I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I didn't know why she'd left. I thought we were doing great. The s*x had been fantastic, and I thought I had helped her come to terms with the dangerous night that preceded our tryst.
If that were true, she would still be lying in bed next to me, not flying out the door in a mad dash for freedom. I tried not to be resentful. After all, she was half my age. How often had I done this dance before?
I realized that I had only really ever romanced one woman in my life. My late wife, Doris. She had been nothing like Chloe whatsoever. I hated to admit it,
