When we get into our room, I can't believe it but feel excited. Taylor's parents gave us a presidential room to stay on our first night. I usually stay in a regular hotel room whenever we are on a trip. It would be perfect if I don't have to share this room with him.
Not that I don't want him around but we weren't allowed to sleep in the same room since middle school. But now, they have this place for us to spend our first night. That made me realize that he is no longer just my best friend. Taylor is now my husband and he has marital rights.
"Wow, it's a nice room the oldies got for us!" He exclaimed and started taking off his jacket.
"Hold on! What are you doing?" I tried to stop him but he took off his suit and lay down on the huge bed with only his pants on.
"What? I can't sleep wi
