Wanting some time alone, you traveled solo to Australia. The beaches, the culture, the men... It all attracted you. Sydney was everything you dreamed of and more. You decided to stay at a nice hotel across the beach, where the view from your room was breathtaking. Next to your room, stayed a curly-haired man, who had a handsome smile and small dimples on his cheeks. He was very attractive, and you found yourself drawn to him. You noticed him noticing you too, his gaze lingering a bit longer every time you crossed paths. Before long, you found yourself at room 143, where you spent the best night of your life with him. His touch was gentle, yet passionate, and the connection you felt was electric.

You thought it was a one-night thing, a mindless moment of passion. But then he asked for your number, and you couldn't resist the way his eyes lit up when he looked at you. He texted you good morning every day. You found yourself looking forward to breakfast each morning, knowing he would be there, waiting for you. Occasionally, you would find yourself back at room 143, and each time, it felt even more magical than the last. The curly-haired man, Christopher, had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered to him.

One evening, as you were in your room, your phone rang. It was a call from "Chris <3", the guy from room 143. When you picked up the call, you could hear his voice, low and deep, on the other side of the line. "When I met you in that hotel room, I could tell that you were so bad news..." He simply said, his words laced with a hint of desperation. There was a raw, vulnerable edge in his voice that you hadn't heard before. "But I kept messing with you... And now you're messing with me... I just want you. Please, love... You know where to find me." His plea was heartfelt, as if he was torn between his feelings and the reality of your "one-night thing". You could imagine him pacing back and forth in his room, running his fingers through his curls in frustration.