The train jolted to a stop at La Rochelle station. Salty Atlantic breeze slapped my face as I hauled my battered suitcase down the platform. Six months of depression, pills, and rituals crushed under my boots. Fred’s address from the detective burned in my pocket. No time for bullshit. Taxi dropped me across the street from his red-brick building. Dive bar, sticky counter. Ordered coffee. Heart hammered. 6:30 PM. There he was, crossing the road. Same lean frame, unchanged. Froze in the window glow. Legs locked. He buzzed in, vanished up the stairs.
Five minutes staring at the door. Finally crossed. Digicode beeped open—transient click like a hotel lock. Stairs echoed with neighbor steps, distant TV murmurs. Knocked. Door cracked. His eyes widened. ‘It’s you.’ Voice flat. Tears exploded. He pulled me in. Tiny apartment: sagging couch, bare table, bedroom shadow. Sat opposite. Spilled it all. Cheated once. Shame ate me alive. Town whispered. Friends ghosted. Sister cut me. Dad’s eyes dimmed. Hired detective. Tracked his car, Paris sale, old neighbor gossip. This hole. Begged forgiveness. Loved him still.
The Layover
He stared. Then cracked. Rage, pills overdose, hospital psych ward. Fled here. New job. Thought I shacked up with the guy. Drove by our house once, chickened out. Missed me every breath. Pulled me to the couch. Arm around shoulders. Silent dark fell. Lips met. Soft at first, hungry deep.
Stood, kissing to the bedroom. Hands yanked clothes. Shirt off, bra snapped. Fingers traced tits, nipples hard. Goosebumps raced. No one touched me in months. Self-fucks ended bitter. His mouth on neck, shoulders—tasting salt sweat. Buried face in my hair, same shampoo scent. Pushed to bed. Wiped my joy tears. ‘No more crying.’ Caressed everywhere. Slid panties down. Bush thick. ‘Neglected the pussy. Landing strip soon.’ Laughed—first in forever.
The Transit
Gripped his cock. Thick, hard. Swallowed deep. ‘Hmmmpff.’ Brief tease. Needed him inside. Legs spread. Thrust in raw. Wet, tight after drought. Clit throbbed. Came fast, shaking. He followed, grunting fill. Collapsed sweaty. Did it again, slower grind.
Dawn light filtered blinds. Repus, tangled sheets. ‘Tomorrow, home.’ Kissed. Packed my suitcase. Buzz code out. His hand in mine. Train waited. One-night stopover sealed us. Life reboots. Fuck the stares.