Trent and I lay in his bed, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. Raucous laughter filtered in from the living room, slicing through our solitude.
Groaning, Trent draped his arm over his face. "I totally get it now," he said.
"Get what?"
"When you said you missed me. Us." He turned his head to look at me. "You were right earlier. Want to get out of here?"
"And go where?" I asked with a laugh.
"Some place where it's just you and me, and we can be together without interruption," he said. "Maybe get a room at the Inn for the night."
I smiled. "Sure."
"Good." He kissed my forehead, then flung the blankets off.
We were both fully dressed, and it didn't take us long to pack an overnight bag. Minutes later, we were pulling in to the Ausable Inn, and moments after that, we had a room. Thank God it wasn't tourist season, which meant the Inn wasn't full, but it was quiet.
Trent dropped our bag on the floor just inside the door, then engaged the lock. "This is so much better," he said.