“This is a hotel suite? For real?”
Turner nodded at Calvin. “Seventy-five thousand dollars per night.”
Calvin swiveled his head really fast toward Turner. “S-seventy-five thousand dollars? Like real money?”
Turner chuckled. “Yes, babe.”
Calvin stared up at the twenty-six-foot ceiling before he glanced all around the hotel suite. “We will only be staying here for one night. What do we need ten thousand square feet of space for? And all of those bedrooms, bathrooms, fireplaces, living room, and wet bars? They will be wasted.”
Turner approached Calvin and hugged his boyfriend from behind before resting his chin on the younger man’s right shoulder. “I like to spoil and pamper you. It makes me happy.”
Calvin blushed. “I know, and I really appreciate everything, but this is too much.”
“Not for my lovely boyfriend.”
Calvin’s cheeks reddened further. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Turner whispered into Calvin’s ear. “Let’s check out the master bedroom.”