ELENE
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His hands felt warm against mine as he led me out of the booth and up the stairs.
Our footsteps echoed off the wall of the corridor that stretched before us.
My heart pounded in my ears. I told myself this was a bad idea. Meeting and having s*x with a stranger.
Slowly, he took out a key from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole before turning it.
The lock opened with a soft click, his fingers—long and slender—furled around the door handle and he opened it.
Inside the room, it smelled like him. The air felt warm against my skin, as I stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, like a piece of furniture that didn’t belong.
“Free yourself,” he said, “you can sit on the bed.” He gestured to the king size bed.
As I moved with a stiff gait towards the bed, the man let
