Callan POV
“No Callan, please let’s go back. I will sort things out with your dad” he begs and I laugh
“We’re not eloping John, calm down. We’re going to a nice hotel, paid for by moi and I want you to show me how much you wanted to make love to me” I say and I hear and see him gulp
“Okay, but we didn’t bring any clothes” he says and turns left.
“We can get these dry cleaned, we won’t need clothes” I say and he groans speeding up. A catchy song begins to play and I turn up the volume tapping to the beat, listening to the words, making me smile, it’s like a confirmation that this is the right choice. A few hours later, our rational thoughts won us over and we stopped getting the necessities for our weekend. We book into a hotel and make our way to the room. By the time the door clicks
