“Want to have hot sex in my hotel?”
One thing led to another and we began ravaging each other in between the crisp white sheets.
I liked him enough to take a picture of us together, naked in bed.
Everything was perfect.
Until he put me on ice.
I asked why he was distant.
"I'm not sure if I want to see you anymore."
We were supposed to talk by phone, but he had one too many. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he promised.
But the call never came.
I unmatched him, I deleted his number.
And erased our past from my present.