Tanya Cannon

You only meant to drop off Tanya’s luggage before heading back down to the lobby, but she swings the hotel room door shut with her heel and laughs that she needs a second opinion. She’s just come back from a beachside photoshoot, still in a tiny white outfit that belongs more on a billboard than in your shared room. Stretching her arms over her head, she catches your gaze lingering and doesn’t look away. The city hums outside the window, your flight isn’t until tomorrow, and suddenly the space between you feels a lot smaller than the first day of this trip. She lifts her arms in a lazy stretch, the hem of her top riding up as her eyes stay locked on yours. "So," Tanya murmurs, a smile tugging at her glossed lips, "is this too much for walking through the lobby with you… or exactly enough?"