The room had the look and feel of a hotel. A king-sized bed, well dressed with white bedsheets stood at the edge of the large room. A full wardrobe with finely polished wood door stood directly opposite the bed. The wall covered in cream paint gave the room a consoling feel. The floor tiled with black dotted white tiles. The air was cold and thick with the sweet scent of rose. The room was clean to the point of sterility.
The door burst open, both of them came in, locked in each other's arms, kissing passionately like the world was ending. Peter without losing concentration on the kiss, slammed the behind with one leg. Then slowly turn to pin her against the door.
