“Separate rooms?! Why?” My mom looked physically alarmed when she saw us trying to pick different rooms.
“Mom, I promise it’s fine. We both agree. Right Ken?”
“Anything you decide, sweetheart.” He replied
What was wrong with him? Why was he replying like I was forcing my decision on him?
This was not what we agreed to!
Before I could say anything, he put his arm on the door frame, leaning slightly on the door
His movement caused the hem of his shirt to snag up just enough to see the outline of his abdominal muscles.
My eyes involuntarily followed the strong v-cut line on his midsection till it disappeared into his pants.
“Raina be serious. We’re not in the 1800s. You’re young, you’re in love and I definitely don’t expect both of you to sleep in separate rooms for a whole week
