As she leans in for the kiss, a grin spreads across her face. "In this suite with a king-sized bed and our choice of a big tub or a gigantic shower, what on earth could we possibly do for seven hours?"
I yank her on top of me and drag her over. "We're going to continue making up for lost time, but seven hours won't come close to covering it, so we'll pick up again after your show tonight," he said.
"There is nothing else that comes to me that I'd rather be doing."
"I will call for room service and have breakfast prepared and ready for you when you get back. Do you want the same old thing? An omelet with orange juice?"
I can tell by the smile on her face that she appreciates it when I remember what her go-to breakfast is. "Yeah. I'll take my usual. Despite this, I haven't been able to
