Monday Flash Fic: Room 619

 

Room 619

Max tossed his backpack into the pseudo back seat of his little Miata, and turned on the heater. One hour left in this Valentine’s day. Maybe eight or more before Greg would be back. This would have been their first together, and they had to spend it apart.

He was about to pull out of the parking space when he noticed the paper under the windshield wiper. Max rolled the window down and pulled it in. Probably some house party invite that was tacked to every car on campus, he thought. Or a reminder to“buy your someone special something special” from the campus gift shop.

Wanting to make sure it wasn’t for his dorm, he glanced over it. It looked like all the others he’d seen on campus—covered with hearts and arrows—but this one was marked up. His name was written in at the top. And the original location marked through and changed to one of the nicer hotels in town, with instructions to pick up his key card at the front desk. What the what is this? At the bottom, signed with a heart, was the letter ‘G’ and number 619.

Greg’s back! Max tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. As he drove across town, all sorts of questions paraded through Max’s mind about how he was back so soon, and that it couldn’t really be him; but it was Greg’s signature G. He parked, got the card from the weary looking desk clerk, and took the elevator to the sixth floor. His heart was racing at the thought of Greg having found a way to be here, with him. For them.

Opening the door, he walked in to see red everywhere, just like the dorm he’d wanted to avoid. “Greg?” His voice trembled in nervous excitement. The bathroom on his left was empty. He walked further into the room and saw a chilled dish of chocolate covered strawberries sat on the bedside table. His favorite!

He bit into a juicy berry, and moaned in delight, “Gah, so good.” Picking up the note next to the bowl, he read: ‘Be back in less than 10. Get naked and wait on the bed for me. Leave the glasses, and NO eating strawberries without me!’ Max snickered, “Oops, may have to pay for that one,” and discarded the stem in the basket. He looked at the top of the note and saw it was time-stamped at 11:45pm. Just five minutes ago.

Max undressed in record time. Mere moments later, the door opened and Greg pounced on the bed, flower petals flying, and pinned a grinning Max underneath him. Greg bumped their noses together while reaching behind Max, and whispered against his lips, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

Max chased Greg’s lips as he pulled away, craving a kiss, when instead his lips met a chocolate berry instead. Greg smirked, “Just one more Maxie, because I know you like them cold. If I kiss you now, I won’t stop until the sun comes up.”

 

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Many thanks to Brigham Vaughn & Helena Stone for this week’s photo prompt, and for opening up their Flash Fic Mondays! Check out the facebook group and read more author flashes!

 

Happy reading!

~deidre

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