Steel against skin.

He remembers when the idea first formed. It was as delicate as one of the millions of snowflakes that lay at his feet in this foreign land. Melting in the owner’s grasp.

She sat. Her legs crossed on the edge of the bed. Running the inside of her hand on the comforter underneath, feeling the smoothness. Wondering if his skin also felt this soft.

Curved as much as it could be, the keycard stroked the inner walls of the door’s most delicate part, bringing ecstasy to the mechanical workings inside.

The lock popped. The moans were loud. Everything was remembered.