The way we kiss in the

Bob jerks awake when the enormous hotel bed dips under someone’s weight next to him. He holds his breath for a second. Nobody should be here, because he’s not sharing the room with anyone. It must be his imagination, he thinks; he’s still tired, jet-lagged after his flight from Paris to New York and the whole day that followed, and his own brain is playing tricks on him. He believes that until the mattress moves again as his unexpected guest lies down next to him.