Donald's POV
The biting Colorado air was a sharp contrast to the cozy warmth of the spa, but Laura insisted. “Honey, you need to relax,” she chirped, her eyes sparkling with an almost aggressive cheerfulness. “This is our honeymoon! No work, no stress, just us.” She’d practically dragged me from the steam room, her excitement infectious, or perhaps just overwhelming.
Mount Devon Hot Springs. The name itself sounded peaceful, and the reality lived up to it. The resort was nestled in a valley, surrounded by snow-capped peaks that loomed majestically against a crisp blue sky. Even the cold seemed to hold a certain charm here. The private soak Laura had managed to book for us was meant to be the pinnacle of relaxation, a chance to truly unwind after the whirlwind of the wedding and the disc
