Falling in Love With A One-Night Stand

The man looked around the small motel thoughtfully as if he was thinking about something. Sally handed him a cup of coffee and told him, “Sir, here you go, Please wait a moment; I’ll be down shortly. May | have your surname, please?”

“Davis.”

“Okay, Mr. Davis.”

Sally then went upstairs to clean up that room. The man took a sip of his coffee and took his camera out of his bag. He sat in the lobby before pointing the camera to the first floor. Then he zoomed in on and noticed a sign in a room on the second floor that said, “Boss’s room, knock if you need anything.” The man then smiled.

At the same time, Jennie was sitting by her room’s window and reading a book under the weak light that illuminated her face. She had her long, shining blonde hair down over her shoulders and was wrapped ina brown blanket.

Ryan had already been standing in the doorway for ten minutes. He was carrying a tray and said, “Mom, you can be mad at me as long as you want. But you’ve got to eat something.”

Jennie nodded, still engrossed in her book. “Leave it there,” she said.

Ryan said anxiously, “You haven’t eaten much since you returned from Birmingham. Even Sally can tell you’re in a bad mood! What are you expecting me to do about it?”

“Did you think of me when you got close to the Wrights behind my 338 Time Flies Away back?” Jennie asked, frowning.

Ryan became frozen, unsure of what to say. Jennie sized him up and realized he was strikingly similar to Wayne. She started to feel bad about it, believing she should never have allowed him to travel to Birmingham in the first place.

to hide it from his mother. He’d even called Jennie several times to see if she wanted to meet with Wayne. At the moment, she assumed he was

Peter had known about it. She sighed after awhile, and

gentle and delicate, yet she was a tough woman. As he placed the tray on the coffee table next to him, he said, “You have to eat. If the meal gets cold, I’ll reheat

and

However, as soon as he opened the door, he heard the shutter, and a flash shone

could be a guest, he couldn’t remain polite anymore. He asked

had a camera in his hand. He tilted his head, looked at Ryan suspiciously, and asked, “Can’t | take pictures here? No one has ever told 338

come out of the guest room. When she spotted Ryan, she looked at the door

“No.”

ground floor staring at them, she said, “By the way, Ryan, this is Mr. Davis. He’s our new guest. Mr. Davis, this is

and then looked at Ryan suspiciously and asked, “Why do you

hotel is

in a bad mood. As he proceeded to his room, he added, “Sally, go entertain the

back till he shut the

I need you to check in here. Would

the ID, She silently typed his name into the computer before saying, “Mr. William Davis, your room is number 205. If you need anything, you can call the front desk. There’s always someone

room key and