Surprising him in his hotel room
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The hotel hallway stretched long and quiet, plush carpet muffling every step.
You'd texted him three hours ago—a lie about having an early night, about missing him, about counting down the days.
The key card felt warm in your palm, pressed there by a doe-eyed staff member who'd grinned knowingly when you'd whispered "surprise."
Room 714.
You stopped outside the door.
Muffled music bled through the wood. A thumping bassline. Then laughter—his laughter, that breathless, high-pitched giggle that made your chest ache.
He was awake.
