Without Words

We agreed this would be the last time. I told you not to speak. It’s because I couldn’t stand the sound of your voice, but I would never tell you that. My back was facing you as you entered the hotel room. Our eyes locked in the mirror's reflection on the back wall. Your gaze softened. Mine did, too.

There used to be a fire between us. We knew it had gone out, but we couldn’t let go. I thought this would help. One last revelry before we became strangers again. You walked over to the bed and sat down behind me. I knew this was a bad idea when your hands grazed my shoulders, but I did nothing to stop it.

Your fingertips whispered a soft greeting as they swept across my skin. I let my head fall as chills crawled down my spine. At that moment, I forgot about all the fighting, the pain, and the betrayal. All I felt was how my skin craved you.

You gently massaged my neck, and I fell backward into your touch. There was a history, an entire world, in the space between us. You knew where to find the knots. Your hands asked me why I was so tense; they wondered what had happened since we last saw one another. I answered only with a sigh.

Your hands wandered down my back. I took them into my own as you wrapped your arms around me. Resting your head on my shoulder, I felt your lips gently kiss the nape of my neck, reaffirming that I wanted this. I gripped your hands tighter, holding on to this moment with everything I had left.

I heard you inhale sharply, resisting the urge to speak. I let go of your hands and turned around to face you. Your eyes reflected a thousand words, but I saw the muscles in your face tense up. You wanted to say something, but you knew I'd walk out if you did.

The space between us started to solidify. If I didn’t cross that line, we would build a wall that could never be broken. This was our last chance to walk away before we hurt ourselves again. It was a question posed with every heartbeat, but we both didn’t have the strength to answer.

I pushed you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you. Our fingers intertwined, sharing past and present. Our lips pressed to one another, our tongues dancing like estranged lovers. The fire was gone, but the passion still burned bright.

We shed regrets as we tore off clothing. Our hands explored each other’s bodies like it was the first time. I surrendered as your fingers dug into my skin and held me down. You gripped me so tight as if you feared a phantom storm would come and sweep me away.

You threw me down on the bed, naked and vulnerable. Your eyes asked for permission to take control. My smirk was the only response you needed. You never could take the reigns when we were together, but I loved it when you took the lead in such moments.

Your lips traced a path across my bare skin, each flick of your tongue a compliment. Why couldn’t you say these things to me before it was too late? You kissed my thighs as your tongue found its way home. It was the kind of pleasure you never offered before.

As ecstasy shook my entire body, I asked who this stranger was who had crawled into my bed. You hovered over me, a smile glimmering on your face. We kissed as you drove yourself deep into me. With every thrust, my body cried out for more.

Your actions spoke desire, your movements the language of lust. I felt every word dripping like sweat from your skin. You were begging me to stay, and as I approached a climax, I wanted to take you back and never let you go.

When that explosion faded, the ashes of resentment scattered across the ground below, and a moment of clarity washed over me. You held me close, your heartbeat thundering in your chest. We both realized we could share a spark in the moment, but our fire would never return.

I stood up from the bed and put my clothes back on. I could see you watching me as I stared into that mirror on the back wall. You had your answer. I watched you dress and walk to the door of the hotel room. Your gaze stayed on me longer than I would have liked, but you kept your promise.

You wanted to ask if I would reconsider, but you didn’t. You didn’t need to say anything. Not a word.

From strangers to lovers, and back again.