“A cabin?” If it’s a log cabin, I will absolutely die of bliss.
“Yeah, it has a living room. A fireplace. Only one bed, though it’s a king.”
Nerves make my stomach flip but I push past the feeling. “That sounds nice.”
“I hope so. Ready to go?”
When I nod, he takes our bags and we go back to the SUV, hopping inside. He drives around the resort, and we end up near the back, close to what I assume is a lake, considering the snow-covered dock I see in the near distance. Once we’re parked and he’s shut off the engine, Crew turns to me.
“Let me go open the door, turn on all the lights, and bring in our bags. Then I’ll come out and get you,” he says.
“Okay.” I watch him climb out of the car, and open the back door. I can hear the sound of the snow pelting his jacket as he pulls our bags out and then he slams the door. He jogs toward the building directly in front of us and unlocks the door, slipping inside.
Lights come on from within, and in minutes, he’s back outside, heading toward the car, opening the passenger side door for me. “Ready?” he asks.
I nod and he takes my hand, shutting the door for me and leading me inside our cabin for the weekend. I like how attentive he is. It’s actually very…
Sweet.
The moment I’m inside, I spin in a slow circle, taking it all in. There’s a gas fireplace that Crew must’ve turned on when he first came in here, giving the space a warm, cozy glow. A stairway leads to what looks like a loft and I glance over at Crew to see him unzipping his duffel and pulling out a couple of liquor bottles he must’ve taken from the plane. “Where’s the bedroom?” I ask him.
“Up there.” He clutches what looks like a bottle of vodka and a bottle of tequila in each hand, nodding toward the stairs. “And there’s a bathroom up there too. Plus, there’s a small bathroom down here. And a kitchenette, though I doubt we’ll be doing much cooking.”
“I don’t even know how,” I admit.
“Me either. We could use some glasses though.” He lifts the bottles in his hands and heads for what I assume is the kitchenette.
“Looking to party?” I call after him.
“Whatever you’re up for, Birdy. I’m game,” he yells back.
I head up the stairs, a little squeak of happiness leaving me when I see the massive bed that takes up most of the space. There’s a giant faux fur blanket draped across the bed and I run my hand over it, marveling at the softness. “It’s so cute up here,” I tell him.
“You want that bed?”
I go to the railing, so I can frown down at Crew. “What are you talking about?”
“The couch folds out into a bed, if you’d rather I take that so you can sleep alone,” he suggests.
“Oh.” Our gazes collide and we stare at each other in silence until I say, “The bed up here is really big.”
“Yeah?” He shoves his hands into his jeans pockets. He already got rid of his jacket and beanie, while I’m still in my coat, and he looks so handsome in the black and gray flannel shirt. I’m so used to him always being in his uniform, it’s still a bit of a shock seeing him in regular clothes.
I nod. “Come up here and check it out.”
He does as I ask, his heavy-booted footsteps loud on the stairs as he heads up here. He comes to stand next to me, and I suddenly feel awkward. A little uncomfortable. Not because of him.
Because of my own insecurities and nerves over the sleeping situation.
“You’re right. It’s nice up here.” Crew goes to check out the bathroom. “I think this place was recently remodeled. Everything looks new.”
I follow him to the bathroom, silently agreeing with him. The marble countertops, the massive glass-encased shower and giant white tub, all of it looks modern and sparkly brand-new.
My imagination kicks into gear and I immediately envision the two of us sitting in the tub, Crew behind me, his arms wrapped around my middle, our naked, wet bodies covered in soapy bubbles.
I feel very grown up right now.
“I don’t want you sleeping on the pull-out sofa,” I announce.
His smile is slow. “Oh yeah?”
I slowly shake my head. “We can share the bed.” I exit the bathroom, and he follows after me. “Look how big it is. We have plenty of room.”
“Yeah, we do.” His tone is suggestive and my entire body flushes hot. I can’t even look at him right now.
I’m afraid if I do, he might tackle me onto the bed and show me everything he wants to do to me.