Naughty Stopover: Bound All Night in the Airport Hotel
Jet-lagged from a red-eye flight, I drag my roller suitcase through the sterile lobby of the airport motel. Neon lights buzz overhead, views of runways blinking in the distance. Swipe the keycard—beep—elevator dings. Inside, a tall guy in a crisp shirt eyes me. ‘Room 312?’ he asks, smirking. Sparks fly. We’re both in transit, anonymous. […]