Friday Night

They had met at her job. He was in town for work, but wouldn't be there too much longer. She waited every morning for him to come in and buy his usual coffee and cigarettes. They started their days with smiles and small talk, but she always was more intrigued by him every visit. Finally, one Friday morning he gave her his phone number. She waited until that evening to call him.

"Cody? It's Naomi."

"Hey girl. I was just thinking about you. I just got back to the hotel for work. Give me about an hour and meet me here? I am at the hotel around the corner from your store. Room 209."

"Sounds good to me. I'll be there."

She showered, dressed, and prepared to leave. She left with minutes to spare.

While waiting for him to answer her knock on the door, she took notice to the rusted numbers. 209. Will this be the first or last time I am here? She thought to herself. She knew nothing about him except that his smile made her weak. It only took him a few seconds to answer the door. He motioned for her to come in while he spoke on his phone. She sat down on the bed waiting for him to finish the call.

"Sorry about that. Work can never just leave me alone. That should be the last call of the night."

"It's alright. I understand," she said with a smile.

"So, I was thinking we could just walk over to the bar across the street. I've come somewhat of a regular there."

"Sounds good to me. I know some people there too."

The made their way to the bar. When they entered, she saw her two favorite bartenders behind the counter.

"Naomi! How are you tonight. I don't see your brother here tonight."

"Not tonight, I'm here with my new friend Cody."

"I know Cody. How much longer are you going to be in town, sir?" the short haired brunette gentleman asked.

"Only a couple more weeks, unless they decided to extend my stay. Most of the guys want to get out of here so I may have to pick up some slack once they are gone."

"Oh, I see. Well, be good to her, sir. She's one of us around here."

"I plan on it. Nothing to worry about here," Cody replied.

They played pool and drank until they were both stumbling a bit. The games started to get more as play than competition. Her laugh radiated through the bar and he couldn't help but smile every time. He was as interested in her as she was in him. As the bar was coming to close, they headed out into the cool fall night. He wrapped his arms around her as they both lit a cigarette. He was ready to kiss her, but was cautious. She could read his face like a book. She let her guard down and made the first move. His hand met her cheek as they kissed for the first, second, eighth time. She knew she was in the right place, but the thought that he would be leaving made the moment even better. She felt like she was having a once in a lifetime romance with a man she would never see again. It felt adventurous to her.

They slowly made their way back to his room stopping ever so often to laugh until their stomachs hurt or to kiss and explore each other with their hands. It was the beginning of a quick but memorable time for them both, but they weren't prepared for how memorable.

Once they were back in the room, their clothes did not stay on for long. Piece by piece their outfits were thrown about the place. They knocked over the nightstand and almost broke the tv. Nowhere in the room was off limits. As the paintbrushes on the table fell to the floor, he placed her on top and his mouth met her neck. The feelings rushing through her were incomprehensible. She was caught up in him in a way she had never felt before.

Hours later, they lay in bed with her head on his chest and his fingers running through her hair. She knew that she would leave when the sun came up and may never be back. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart race and his shallow breathing. She wanted to stay in this moment for as long as she could. She glanced at the clock. Two thirty-five in the morning.

Around four in the morning they found themselves twisted in the sheets yet again. His back arched as his hips thrusted in a rapid pace. Her fingernails ran down his arms and the sting only made him want her more. He picked her up and sat back in a chair. She wrapped herself around him as beer bottles crashed behind him. She didn't feel the cut in her hand, but felt the blood in her palm. Her hand met his back and he could feel the warmth run down his spine. He knew what was happening and it made him inhale sharply with excitement.