OK, getting the room was simple. It was on the third floor. Leon had the credit card key. He slid it in and looked around the room. It was stuffy. He turned on the air. It might help things to have a chill in the room. Perhaps.
He bit his bottom lip, wondering just how hot it could get in here.
A part of him thought about some ice. Maybe some wine. No, he didn't think so. That would take time, and it wasn't really on his side.
No, just had to get back to Drex. Find him before it was too late.
Yes, he was on top of his game. Possibly, not the most well planned, but still truly spontantious. Wasn't it? He liked that. He liked floating into something. It didn't always matter exactly who. No, this was certainly getting him over the Cher moments. Maybe that was just an accident anyway.
Why was it so important to have the need to be wanted. Well, in a good way. Didn't want the law after him. He just needed something satisfying. Was that too much to ask for? He didn't ask for that much did he? He wasn't pushy. Really, he wasn't. He just needed to be needed.
And that was Drex. Drex needed him. He could feel it and he walked back across that street as if he knew where exactly the morning would take him. It was going to be electrifying.
But when he got there, Drex was no where in sight.
Leon felt himself shaking. He thought he might crumble right there where he'd left Drex. Leon's chest began to ache. Drex's coffee was still warm. Leon took a sip of it as if he needed something to settle him down. He so wanted to throw the cup through the glass window as he looked back at the hotel across the street. It wasn't going to happen. After all.
He sat down then. He supposed he didn't mean much to anyone.