Airport Hotel
Eyes never lie. I kept telling myself this over and over, leaning against the bathroom sink, trying to focus, trying to piss. Eyes never lie. But being half-hard made it a challenge, as if my body itself was conflicted. I just needed time—a moment to think, to figure out what the hell to do next. Maybe if I wanked off, I’d get some clarity, let the haze of desire lift. She can't be real. I have…