The hotel room is warm in a way our bedroom at the house never is, due to its ill-fitted windows and clunky heating. The furniture’s new and clean, and the bed…god, the bed is huge, and firm, and the pillows soft. A quick supper after we arrive, a drink in the hotel bar, then the rest of the evening in front of the widescreen TV…what’s not to love?
“I could get used to this honeymoon business,” I call to Nicky in the luxury en suite bathroom.
He comes back into the bedroom with a towel around his waist and using another one to dry his hair, and laughs at me, lounging on the bed. “I’m gonna have to excavate you out of that mattress if you stay there any longer.”
“I’m moving in permanently. Bring my clothes from the house. Redirect my post.”
Still laughing, he flops down on the bed besid
