The D Spot

The air-conditioning of my hotel room was a welcome relief after the heat of the party and the summer night. I’d exhausted all my tears finally, having stopped at the beach on my way home and poured my sorrows out to the ocean. Now I just felt empty.
I knew that more tears would come soon…they always did, but now the main thing I was feeling was anger. Anger at myself, for letting myself get into this position and anger at him, for leading me here.
I called room service and ordered a bottle of wine and ran myself a bath, taking off my clothes and putting on the big fuzzy robe provided by the hotel. I had just finished scrubbing the remnants of my mascara off my cheeks when I heard the knock at the door.
“Come on in,” I called from the bathroom. “You can put it on the table.”
“Put what on the table?”
I turned and gasped. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Why are you here?” I asked. “Did you come to see me cry?”
He looked genuinely surprised. “No! Of course not! I came to explain, to apologize for the way things went tonight.”
I pursed my lips and reached to turn off the bathwater. “I think I heard everything I needed to hear at the party. You don’t need to say any more.”
“But I do,” he said, stepping into the bathroom.
I backed up so my legs were against the side of the tub. “Please,” I said. “Just go. We should have never have started this and now we just need to end it before it gets out of control.”
He looked at me steadily. “Is that how you really feel?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded my head, unable to talk. My heart screamed at me and I instinctively brought my hands to my chest.
“If I go, I won’t come back” he said evenly. “I came here tonight to tell you that I love you. I ended things with Julie.”
I sat down on the edge of the tub and put my head in my hands. “So now you’re saying that I am responsible for another woman’s heartbreak. Great.” I shook my head.
He came to stand in front of me, and knelt down. Tipping my chin up with his fingers he said “No, it’s not like that. She and I…we were already broken up. I let her put this front on at the party to save face. She’d already planned it and invited people. We haven’t been together for two weeks. It was all a show.”
“Really?” I said, looking deep into his eyes. Hope surged but I fought to keep it at bay.
“Really,” he said, with a smile. He took my hand and helped me rise. “Now, is there room in that tub for two?”