My fiancé, Charles, was coming to Kentucky to visit me. He lived in Texas, and when I told my parents that he was coming, they told me there was no room for him to stay at our house. He insisted on staying in a hotel suite anyways and after three days of arguing with him about it, I agreed to let him pay that much for on three nights.
“This is hardly necessary you know.” I said, frowning as he carried me on his back down the hall to the suite. “I can walk on my own.”
“Your pretty little feet aren’t touching the ground until we get to the suite.” He smiled. “Then you can walk around to your heart’s content.”
“You act like we’re married or something.”
“We might as well be, I love you enough to go through with it”
I smiled.
“You have such a beautiful smile.”
“How did you know I was smiling?!”
“Your heart skipped a beat and your breathing slowed.” He smiled again.
I laid my head on his shoulder. ”You know me so well.”
He laughed. “More like I know the human body that well.”
I dropped my smile. “You also know how to ruin a good moment.”
He fished the room key out of his pocket, slid it in the door slot, and popped the door open with his foot. The room was huge, with a full kitchen, a bedroom, and bathroom with a huge shower and footed bath tub, and a living room. It almost looked like a house.
He finally put me down and let me explore the room while he went back down to get or bags out of the car. He had failed to grab them when he dragged me out of the car to put me on his back.
The bedroom had a California king sized bed, with four posts that had black silk curtains enclosing the bed, with a red bedspread. There was a door to its immediate right that led to the bathroom and on the opposite side had a single chair and a loveseat, also red. The room was dimly lit and only had two lamps on either side of the bed and both were molded to look like roses.
He walked into the room finally and put his bag down (which had a little more stuff in it than it should have for only three days) and opened mine and started to look through it. “Uhm, what are you doing??” I said, amazed and shocked at his rudeness. He pulled out a pair of my black lace bra and panties and stretched them out to me for me to take. “You look like you need a long hot shower.”
“Well thanks; I feel a whole lot prettier. Besides, I need my pajamas, think you could give me those too?”
“I’ll give them to you while you’re in the shower. I’ll put them on the shelf.”
“But-“
“Just do it. Quit being so stubborn.”
“Fine”, I said, defeated, and huffed off to the bathroom.
I changed my mind when I got there and decided a bath in the bathtub would be much more relaxing.