“Absolutely. But I wanted tonight to be special.”
My throat tightens with emotion. “It already is.”
The car pulls up to a discreet entrance on a tree-lined street in Yorkville. There’s no flashy signage or obvious hotel markers, just elegant brass numbers and a doorman in a suit who opens the door immediately.
“Good evening,” he says with no sign of recognition on his face.
Liam thanks the driver and grabs both our bags, refusing to let me carry anything.
Inside, the lobby is intimate and sophisticated. It’s more like a private residence than a hotel. A woman in an elegant suit approaches us. “Mr. Novak, welcome to The West Peak. Your suite is ready.” She hands him an unmarked envelope. “Top floor, as requested. We've arranged everything per your specifications.”
“Thank you.”
“Please don't hesitate to call if you need anything at all.”
“Perfect, thank you,” Liam says.
The elevator doors open directly into a private hallway with only two doors. Liam leads me to the one on the right and slides the key card from the envelope.
“Close your eyes,” he instructs.
I let out a nervous laugh. I’m not good with surprises. I love knowing what to expect, but I'd better get used to this. Liam and I are opposites.
“Please. Just humor me.”
I close my eyes, and shortly, the door opens. Liam guides me forward a few steps. Then he stops.
“Okay. Open.”
I open my eyes, and my breath catches.
The suite is stunning. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase Toronto's glittering skyline. City lights reflect off the lake in the distance. A fireplace flickers in the corner of the spacious living room. Fresh roses are everywhere. On the coffee table, the side tables, and even on the console by the window. Their scent fills the air, and I inhale deeply.
“Oh my goodness.” I turn to face him. “Liam, you didn’t need to do all of this.”
“I wanted to. And there’s more.” He takes my hand again, leading me through the suite.
The bedroom is equally beautiful. A massive king bed with white linens dominates the space. More roses are on the bed and nightstands. Through an open door, I can see a balcony overlooking the city.
But he doesn't stop there. He guides me to the bathroom.
The marble bathroom is like something from a dream. The soaking tub is enormous, and it's already filled, steam rising from the surface. Rose petals float on top of the water with a bottle of champagne chilling and two glasses nearby.
Soft music plays from hidden speakers.
“You did this?”
“I wanted tonight to be special,” Liam says quietly. “We never get to just be together. I wanted to give us that. Even if it's just for two days.”
My eyes fill with tears. “This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“Yeah?” He steps closer, cupping my face. “Good. Because you deserve romantic. You deserve everything.”
I kiss him then, cupping his face.
Thank you. I'm scared. I love you. This means everything.
When we break apart, we're both breathing hard.
