He was tall, with a chiseled jaw and a cute smile that made my knees wobble. But I knew better than to mix business with pleasure. So, I brushed my hair back and handed him the Airbnb apartment keys, and just like the day before, he whispered the same line to my ear, “You look magical with your eyes closed.”
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I walked away and left him to his devices. A text message chimed in my phone, so I checked. It was my guest. He had the same line written in his message. Just before my cheeks could warm up to the text, another message chimed in. It was a photo this time, and its contents made me shudder.
It was me. At night. In my bed. With my eyes closed. Sound asleep.
