"I wasn't having those thoughts, but I am now." Sarah giggled softly, but those thoughts were never far from her mind. Especially when she knew just about every bone melting dip and curve of him.
A cheek warming blush colored her cheeks as they entered the hotel. Her eyes closed a little as she listened to the soft humming swish of the fan, the delicate shuffle of the steps of the concierge. The soft scribble of the pen to paper as Miguel checked them in. The blush brightened when the clerk greeted her. It had been the first time being addressed as the Missus. She simply beamed at the man. She didn't dislike it.
"I don't know, I've never been carried over the threshold. But I think the luck only goes if it's a home."