Layover in Chicago
A layover in Chicago turns into a laid-overAs I’m walking through the terminal to my gate, I turn the corner and see you heading the same direction. I fall in behind you, mesmerized by the way your hips sway with every step.I eventually duck into a store to grab a drink, and make my way to the gate. As I approach the gate, I see you again, and as your eyes scan up my body, we lock eyes, and smile at each other briefly. I take a seat facing your direction, so I can...