[Sounding touched by that, Chrissy reaches up to cup his cheek and guides him in for a lingering kiss. Her touch shifts into his hair, fingers curling against wet strands. They shuffle and make their way to the bed without breaking apart, and fall against the plush mattress to lay side by side.
Time stretches out as they spend what feels like a blissful forever slowly touching one another and making out like they're teenagers that can't help themselves. By the time there's a knock at the door to announce the presence of concierge service bringing their things, Chrissy's robe is undone and she's laying atop it more than within it.
He's worked a trail of marks along the column of her neck, and she's so giddy to be with him that she only laughs and scolds him for being a teenager again. That knock to the door causes her to gasp and him to turn his attention elsewhere, Chrissy quickly sitting up so she can put back on the robe and tie it closed around her.
Eddie takes charge and directs the bellboys on where to put what, and Chrissy watches with fascination as she realizes just how much he's grown into a different person. It's his musician persona, she thinks. A side she's only seen once, when she went to his show years ago.
It's after everything is in place and they're settled back in bed, Chrissy once again out of her robe, that she steers the topic back around to the fact they're both determined to get married tomorrow. He's sitting in the center of the bed with his legs draped open, and she's sitting pressed in between them so he can work a brush through her hair for her. If they're getting married tomorrow, her hair will not be knotted and frizzy.]
Would we really be able to someplace like Italy? Or somewhere with a beach? That sounds so expensive.
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[Sounding touched by that, Chrissy reaches up to cup his cheek and guides him in for a lingering kiss. Her touch shifts into his hair, fingers curling against wet strands. They shuffle and make their way to the bed without breaking apart, and fall against the plush mattress to lay side by side.
Time stretches out as they spend what feels like a blissful forever slowly touching one another and making out like they're teenagers that can't help themselves. By the time there's a knock at the door to announce the presence of concierge service bringing their things, Chrissy's robe is undone and she's laying atop it more than within it.
He's worked a trail of marks along the column of her neck, and she's so giddy to be with him that she only laughs and scolds him for being a teenager again. That knock to the door causes her to gasp and him to turn his attention elsewhere, Chrissy quickly sitting up so she can put back on the robe and tie it closed around her.
Eddie takes charge and directs the bellboys on where to put what, and Chrissy watches with fascination as she realizes just how much he's grown into a different person. It's his musician persona, she thinks. A side she's only seen once, when she went to his show years ago.
It's after everything is in place and they're settled back in bed, Chrissy once again out of her robe, that she steers the topic back around to the fact they're both determined to get married tomorrow. He's sitting in the center of the bed with his legs draped open, and she's sitting pressed in between them so he can work a brush through her hair for her. If they're getting married tomorrow, her hair will not be knotted and frizzy.]
Would we really be able to someplace like Italy? Or somewhere with a beach? That sounds so expensive.