I give the car keys to the valet, nod to the doorman who opens the door for us, and we cross the spacious lobby of the Ritz-Carlton hotel.
I stop in the middle of the lobby and turn to look at Lauryn. She’s wearing a puffer jacket with a fur-trimmed hood and a red scarf around her neck. Her cheeks are red and her eyes are bright from the cold. She pushes her hood off, removes her earmuffs and gloves, and rubs her frozen hands against each other.
I’m dying to pull her against me and kiss her passionately. Then I would take her hands, bring them to my face, and warm them with my breath. And then…
Lauryn catches me looking at her from head to toe.
“Are you okay?” she said with a charming smile.
I give her a bright smile in return.
“Let me take your coat,” I said.
“Thank you.”
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