~Sienna~
Norman places his hand on my lower back, guiding me through the hotel, an habit I’ve come to expect every time we’re together. His touches, whether gentle or deliberate keeps me wanting for more.
He’s been quite all though the flight, eyes glued to his laptop, I still know nothing about this supposed business trip, but I’m too grateful for the escape to complain.
I manage to keep a calm expression despite the raging storm in my heart, it feels like it’s strangled in my throat, each beat too loud.
The excitement, the anticipation, it’s all so surreal.
New York is so beautiful, more breathtaking in person, no amount of pictures or movies does justice to the real thing.
The hotel lobby takes my breath away, the chandelier, the gold accents, the modern furniture, it all
