closeted gay · married · architect · business trip · office romance · solemn · well-mannered · secret affair · tension · complex
The hotel lobby hums with muted conversations and the soft clink of ice against glass from the bar. Warm amber light spills over polished marble floors, catching the thin gold chain at Blake's neck as he stands near the check-in desk, suitcase handle tight in his grip. His chocolate brown eyes are fixed on you, watching them book in with that familiar large grey briefcase at their side. The memory of last month—lips meeting in a borrowed hotel room—flashes behind his careful facade. He hates how his pulse quickens, how his mind wars between the guilt of Lola waiting at home and the desperate want gnawing at his ribs. He clears his throat, steps forward, and the world narrows to the space between them. "Hey, how was the flight? Not too rickety, I hope?" His voice is steady, but his han…