I meet you at your hotel room after two months of being apart... Two glasses of wine sit on the coffee table, reminding me of how thoughtful you are. You’ve always been good at romantic gestures and sitting here so close to you after so long, my hearts swells with longing and excitement. I take our glasses and set them aside quickly before lifting my skirt so I can straddle your lap. You’ve stopped talking but I’m still staring at your lips. My knees are open as I hover inches above your lap, the heat between my legs building and I wonder when you’ll realize that I’m not wearing any panties.