Page 161 of The Vacation Mix-Up
I step back as he reenters our cabin, my arms outstretched and locked, fingers splayed firmly against his chest.
He dips his head. “What’s wrong?”
“I just…. I don’t think now is a good time… for that.”
His shoulders sag. “I killed the mood, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.” I nod sadly. “You just officially ended your marriage, so maybe let that emotionallysink in first.”
“It already has,” he says, lifting my hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “But… I see your point.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, Riles. I do.”
“Good.” I exhale my relief. “Because I don’t want you to think I don’t want?—”
“You don’t need to explain.” He smirks. “I know you want what I want.”
Releasing my hands from his, I cross my arms over my chest and smirk back. “And how exactly do you know that?”
He kisses the crook of my neck, then trails his tongue to the sensitive spot below my ear.
I gasp.
“That,” he whispers. “Remember?”
Groaning, I roll my shoulders. “You’re making me tense.”
“That’s not my plan, sweetheart.”
“I need a massage.”
His delicious, manly hands climb my arms, his fingers kneading delightfully.
I step back, pick up the envelope on the desk, and wave it in his face. “This! I need this.”
He frowns.
“Come on,” I say, clasping his hand and dragging him toward the door. “Let’s get our couples’ massage. It would be a shame to waste.”
Soft,sensual music fills the room as we enter the Lotus Spa, floral musky steam billowing from a crystal diffuser. I breathe in the ambience, excited for the relaxation to come, and boy do I need it. As much as I wanted to continue what we started before Riley signed his divorce papers and closed the chapter of his marriage, it just didn’t feel right at that moment, despite my body adamantly disagreeing with me.
“Smells like Roni in here,” he says, sniffing the air.
I pick up a pamphlet when one of the spa staff approaches, her hair neatly tied back in a bun, black uniform perfectly tailored. “Welcome to Lotus Spa. How can I help you?”
“We won this,” I explain, handing her our voucher.
“Congratulations! You’re in for a treat. We have a spot available now if you’d like. Or I can book you in for tomorr?—”
I clap my hands, excited. “Now would be perfect!”
“I’ll just need you to fill out these forms. While you do that, I’ll get you both some refreshments.” She hands us two clipboards and pens before disappearing along a corridor, returning moments later with two glasses of champagne. “How’s it going? Any questions?”
Shaking my head, I take a glass from her and hand her my clipboard. Riley doesn’t answer, instead studying his paperwork in the corner of the room as if it’s written in a foreign language, so I take his glass from her and step up to him. “Everything all right?”
He points his pen at a specific question. “What did you write here?”
