Page 68 of What If I See You

“Girl, preach!” I raise my hand and high-five Marlee, thanking her again as she walks away to hand out other room keys.

Layken merely chuckles and shakes her head. “Horny toad is right.”

“Only for you, Naughty.”

Phew.

That was close.

I lean down and grab both of our bags because my wife will never carry her own bag while I’m her husband.

“Ready?” I ask with a smirk coupled with a knowing look of relief.

Her expression mirrors mine. “Yep. Let’s get out of here.”

One room.

With Layken.

All week.

This ought to be fun.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry!” she exclaims when the elevator doors close in front of us. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

I chuckle and rub her back. “That was definitely a close one but you did great.”

The elevator doors open and we step forward to our suite. Since I have our bags, Layken unlocks the door with the card in her hand and then pushes the door open.

Just as I suspected.

There’s only one bed.

And I know it’s the first thing she notices.

The second thing she notices?

The couch is fucking tiny.

A little two-seater.

The only furniture in the room other than a king-sized bed along the far-left wall is a brown leather chair and a small table in front of an electric fireplace. Oh, and a jacuzzi bathtub.

Fuck me.

Bring on the newlywed bathtime!

Watching her eyes fall to the oversized tub, I can tell there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell she’ll want to get in there with me.

At least not while she’s sober.

“Wow! Look at that view,” I say, trying to pull her thoughts away from the elephant in the room.

Though smaller than I would have expected for a honeymoon suite, the space is rich with warm soothing colors and textures creating a sense of calm and relaxation all around. The bed faces a set of floor-to-ceiling glass windows and doors that give way to a private balcony. The snowy mountains right outside our door are breathtaking.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask, opening the glass doors and breathing in the frosty air.

“It really is.” She nods, inhaling a deep breath letting the cold air sweep over her body. “It’s the perfect spot to curl up with a book in front of a warm fireplace and read all day.”

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