He's standing in the hall way waiting for his meeting to start when she walks around the corner. He can't believe it; he hasn't seen her in months, not since that night at a conference in the Midwest. They hooked up after a particularly boring seminar was erased from their memories with two bottles of wine and spent the rest of the night in his hotel room, twisting their bodies into every conceivable shape and position. He had woken up exhausted, sore, and alone. Usually, that wouldn't have bothered him, but he remembers feeling slightly saddened by her abrupt departure. She stops suddenly as they make eye contact; a shy, sly smile crosses her lips.
"My God, what are you doing here?"
She walks slowly to him, the way a cat slinks towards a hand that may offer a caress or a swat. Boldly he grasps her hip, pulling her to him, gently planting a kiss on her cheek.
"I'm teaching here this year. We're having an orientation today."
She doesn't pull away, just gazes at him curiously.
"So you're going to be around for a while?"
He smiles; "Yes, at least until next June."
He bends his head towards her ear. "That will give you plenty of time to think of ways to make it up to me for leaving without saying good bye."
She laughs,pressing her body into his, her mouth dangerously close to his ear.
"I guess I owe you breakfast?" she whispers.
Closing his eyes, inhaling her scent, he replies, "At the very least."
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