“Technically there were a few that night.”
“Even then. Even the first time…”
“Yeah.” Steph smooths her hand over my hair. “I think
so too.”
We both fall silent. I’m content. For me, that’s a huge
deal. Usually my mind is racing, always jumping to the next
thing. It’s rare for me to find a few moments of quiet, inside
my head or out.
“Do you think I should fill up that Jacuzzi now?” Steph
asks after a few minutes. “It will probably take half an hour or
longer to get it filled up.” Steph gasps suddenly and if I wasn’t
looking at her, it would scare the crap out of me. “I totally
forgot!” She points to the other side of the room. I follow her
finger.
“Strawberries! And champagne! Oh my god. You
really did go all out.”
“I wanted to spoil you and then I completely forgot
they’d be here waiting for us. I was distracted by other things.”
“Things, hmm?”
“Things.” Steph tilts my face up and brushes her lips
over mine.
Strawberries. Champagne. A Jacuzzi tub. A huge
shower. This massive bed. Massages. Mineral water. Fine
dining. I don’t think I’ve ever been so spoiled. Or so happy.
I’d be happy right now if we were in a crappy motel
room and it was just me and Steph and the bed was dubious
looking and so was the rest of the room so we decided to say
fuck it and head back out to her car and sleep in there. I
wouldn’t mind fogging up the windows with Steph. I’ve never
tried anything in the backseat of a car before…