Birthday Trip II

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~Whisk me away~❤️

Sam pulled into the yard of the Farmington Hotel with Zelah slumped in her seat, asleep. He drove over to their parking lot with one hand and held hers in the other.

After parking, he got out and went over to her side. The way she was slumped had him worried about her neck and the pains she would wake up with.

“Baby. We're here.”

He hugged her and pulled her back off the seat.

“Good. My butt hurts.”

She winced slightly and laid her head on his shoulder, opening her eyes a little.

He drew back and lifted her face up to his. “Smile for me?”

“I just woke up, don't do this to me.”

He stepped back and helped her out of the car before getting their bags. “Fine. But you owe me.”

“Just come onnnnnnn.”

They walked towards the entrance of the hotel and went in, hand in hand.

Zelah left his hand almost immediately and gaped at the interior of the lobby. The chandeliers that hung in a pattern from the ceiling shone as they radiated the lights within them.

It bounced off the lustrous surfaces and created a beautiful scenery in her eyes.

It was a long horizontal hallway with a big, round wooden design in the middle of the floor with a warped vase filled with bright colored flowers in the middle.

“Whoaa. This is massive. So beautiful.”

Sam just smiled and walked up to the receptionist desk, leaving her twirling slowly in awe.

“Good afternoon. I booked a room about two nights ago? Under Samuel Holden and Zelah Cooper.”

“Good afternoon sir. Please hold on, let me check.”

Zelah made it up to where he was standing with a wide grin plastered on her face. “Do I still owe you?”

He pulled her to his side and kissed the side of her face. “No. But I hope this one is one of many. I really love your smile.”

She pressed her lips together in an attempt to conceal another one. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Chef.”

The receptionist waited patiently with a smile on her face, not wanting to interrupt.

“I've located your booking sir but it seems like you didn't make a decision. One room or two?”

He looked down at Zelah expectantly with a smile. “You're up. Which will it be?”

She continued to smile tight-lipped and she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, her nails digging into the surface of his palm.

“Ow, ow, ow.” Sam cried out.

“Excuse me, I need to have a word with my boyfriend.”

She pulled him to the side and released his hand.

“You didn't have to hurt me, you know?”

He examined his palm gently, checking for cuts.

“I didn't? You just made me look like an idiot!” She whispered harshly.

“How? Please enlighten me.”

“You couldn't tell me about this decision in the car? Sam, I don't like being put on the spot.” She crossed her arms and sighed, closing her eyes.

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