Unfinished Business

"Amy," Jim whispered in Amy's ear. "We are here."

Amy opened her eyes and saw Jim outside the opened car door. He slowly carried her honeymoon style, attracting attention from the few people in front of their hotel. 

"Good evening, Sir. What floor?" the bellboy greeted Jim inside the hotel, holding a smile at the sight of the lovebirds. Amy did not even fight off the embarrassing display of affection. The lack of sleep, alcohol, and dancing took every last bit of her energy. 

"67th floor, please, and thank you." 

Inside their room, Jim gingerly laid Amy down on their luscious bed. "Babe, you need to get out of that dress."

"Hmmm," Amy moaned in protest. 

"I think you are getting used to this." Jim planted a kiss on Amy's forehead, remembering that one night at his parents' house.