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Placing my hand on the small of his back, I lead him out of the elevator toward our room. I was able to book the same one as before, and I’ve been giddy and excited ever since. Could I have picked something better for Harlow for our first anniversary? Maybe. But I loved the idea of revisiting the scene of the crime, as Harlow so eloquently put it.

“No. It doesn’t really matter which one of us had the idea. We ended up exactly where we needed to be.”

Harlow snorts, and as soon as we walk into the room, he turns, pinning me to the door. “You’re a sap in your old age.”

I roll my eyes. “My old age—”

Cutting me off with his lips, Harlow slides his fingers into my hair and tugs on the strands. If I’m not careful, I’ll have him naked and writhing on my cock in minutes, and we have plans tonight. Plans that definitely involve that, but not until later.

Reluctantly, I break our kiss. Cupping his face, I brush my thumbs along his freckles. “Still as crazy about these as I was when we were six years old.”

His cheeks flush. “Shut up. You weren’t crazy about my freckles at six years old.”

“I was, actually, and I still am.”

Harlow laughs, but his cheeks turn pinker, highlighting the adorable freckles I love so much. “So what are the plans for the week, husband?”

I hum, leaning in to rub my nose over his. “I can’t tell you all my plans, but I have a reservation tonight. Thought maybe we’d recreate a special night and get some escargot.”

Harlow pulls back, disgust written all over his face. “No way. I’m not eating that.”

“I know.” I can’t help but grin. “I was messing with you, baby.”

He pouts. “That’s not nice.”

We carry our suitcases deeper into the room, and when Harlow sees the bed, he comes to a stop, then bursts out laughing. “You didn’t.”

It’s covered in rose petals, much like it was the first night we arrived here. God, I was convinced I’d never survive that week.

Sitting down on the bed, Harlow turns a beautiful smile on me before picking up the petals and tossing them into the air. They flutter slowly back to the bed, some hitting the floor.

“This is so cool. I can’t believe you got the same room and even the rose petals.”

Striding across the room, I push him down on the mattress, smiling at the halo of petals around his head. If we’re not careful, they’re going to get caught in his hair.

“So what are we doing, husband?” Harlow asks, voice breathless as I settle my weight on him and slide a hand under his head to cradle it.

I press a kiss to his nose, then his lips, then his cheeks. Still can’t manage each individual freckle. I’ll keep trying, though.

“Well,” I say, rubbing my nose against his. “I booked us a massage for this evening. Figured we’d start our trip off with some relaxation.”

Blinking up at me with wide blue eyes, he hums. “And then after?”

“I thought we’d grab some of those street tacos you were obsessed with and come back to the room.”

He shakes his head.

“No?” I raise an eyebrow. “Do you want something else?”

“We can get tacos after.”

I squint my nose up. “I said that.”

“No,” he whispers, running his finger along my throat. “After we come back here. The sounds you make when you’re getting a massage are obscene, and I’m not spending the night with blue balls again.”

That startles a laugh out of me. “Again?”

“Mmm. Last time I woke up from our nap so desperate I had to rush off to the bathroom.”