The speed at which Hamilton shares our goodbyes thrills me. The anticipation of returning to our hotel room has built in me all evening. While I look forward to our alone time tonight, I know it means our goodbye tomorrow morning draws closer.
The girls giggle at Hamilton’s urgency to leave the reception. I wish them all a happy Valentine’s Day in hopes they’ll remember it’s our first as a couple.
As we wait for the elevator, Salem, Latham, Bethany, and Troy join us. I’m happy that, like us, they plan to enjoy tonight with no children. We make polite conversation with the other couples as we attempt to keep our hands and mouths off one another. The sexual tension is heavy inside the tiny compartment as it climbs.
When the ping signals our floor, we say our goodbyes to our friends before race-walking to our room. Hamilton doesn’t chase me as he did earlier today; I’m disappointed when his hands remain in his trouser pockets while I unlock our door.