Inspired by: I Threw It All Away
Reggie and Charlotte spent little of the day talking. They made up for lost time engaging in sexual activities everywhere they could; in the office, in the taxi, in the elevator to Reggie’s penthouse, in the hallways to his bedroom, in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in every guest room, in the living room, in the kitchen while cooking, back in the bedroom, in the shower. They finally passed out before in the middle of one last passionate round.
They woke up completely exhausted and depleted. As they laid in bed immobile, Charlotte told Reggie her tale.
“I got to Italy and unable to focus on my work. I took myself off the project. I didn’t want to see these animals killed and made into leather if I couldn’t give it 100% of my attention. I returned to the resort, but you were gone.
“The sight of that damn suitcase I used to love it so much, but now all it did was remind me of you. I prayed you’d return to beacon sooner or later. The second you did, I came running.”
Reggie listened patiently and tried not to freak out that his notes were gone.