2“It's been a long time,” Micheal said stirring his stiff drink with his trembling finger. Burning the old wounds open by seeing Carrie's childlike eyes wide and glowing, like the night light he had disposed of many years ago in their past.3
In the corer of his eye Micheal could see the nightly cocktail waitress flaunting her slender body and hugging tight dress at another customer. The scene was cheap and tacky and in another life he would have made a pass on the offering prey, but instead he raised his eyes to her twirling body as she strutted over in her inched heels, and shook his head at her winking calling card for a one night stand. Declining her invitation for the hotels list of beverages and a glimpse into Carrie's uncertain eyes. 4
“It has been a long time,”Carrie said dismissing the womans gesture. Her eyes scanning the beverage list, stopping at Micheal's favorite drink – scotch on the rocks. 5
“Far to long,” Carrie continued.6
Micheal drained his glass taking back the last drop, before licking his stick stained finger and flashing a half pearled smile in Carrie's direction. In all the years they had been apart he had never wanted to possess or lay with a woman as much as he did Carrie, never met a woman who could read his deepest desires like a much read book that's spine and pages were tattered and worn from years of passionate love. 7
Carrie, the woman he had desired from the moment he had watched her grow from a dirty handed, soccer crazed tomboy to a honey dew sweet and curvaceous nurturing woman who had mad him weak in her transformation. Carrie, his every essence and reason to breath. His every fiber of being.8
“So How is your mother?” Micheal asked eager to know how is estranged ex-fience was handling life in leave of his tormented absence. The woman was stunning. A mirror image of her dearest Carrie, but a Carrie, she could never be.9
“Dealing with life the best she can. The doctors say soon, if she's ready, they'll start weening her off the medication and their's a good chance of her being able to leave the house without the need of supervision. She hasn't even attempted for a year now. She is doing great, moving on.:10
Micheal frowned getting the response he had expected and hoped for. A new though dawned upon him, making him eager to press the topic deeper. Wanting to unravel the suppressed darkness he could sense had been lurking in Carrie's mind since his departure. Hidden for the past two years under strict lock and key. No doubt, for her mothers sanity.11
“I take it she doesn't know you're here then?” Micheal asked ushering another waitress. This time keeping his eyes locked with Carries, never veering away. Carrie was still unnerved by the presence of another woman. Micheal was certain of that. The last thing he intended was to scared Carrie into assuming he was ladies man and only after one thing.12
Carrie shook her head, a small frown creasing above her eyebrows.13
“Could you blame me?” Carrie questioned softly, pointing out to the waitress which beverage she was craving. Carrie let the woman take her menu and watched her leave. Staring at the way the womans hips swayed like a dancer working the pole. Curious, she was always curious.14
Micheal shook his head using the moment to take a look at the time. His watch read eleven thirty, but his body screamed for sleep. Micheal rubbed his eyes, watching as the waitress returned placing their drinks on the table and sauntered of to the bar. 15
“You want to go up to your room?” Carrie asked, in tune with Micheal's sagging body. Her hear beating, pulsating inside her silently having chest.16
“I presume you have a room?” Carrie said reaching for her handbag and coat hanging on the arm of her chair.17
Micheal paused for a moment. His flickering eyes scanning Carrie's movement, wishing he was more in tune with her intentions. Hopeless, and desperate to be alone with her Micheal nodded tugging on his own ancient overcoat and stood up, pushing his chair politely underneath the table. 18
“Are you sure you're ready?” Micheal asked. His own heart thundering like a furious storm against his breast bone. Carrie had to be sure. He wasn't going to loose her with a maybe, or a decision of uncertainty. He'd never forgive himself if he lost her again.19
Carrie, who was already standing with her chair tucked in. Swaying with the high level hit of alcohol surging through her warm body nodded, eying the stained glass oak door of the hotel exit. Her mind had been made up years before their reunion.20
“I'm sure,” Carrie beckoned honestly. Her tongue teasing his lips already. The anticipation of the wait excruciating-intoxicating.21
“I've been waiting for this moment for far to long.”22
Adding your comment:
As always, your descriptions provide amazing visuals and you've already established a good characterization here. 
