*Clack* The room's heavy door clicked shut behind us as Sonny turned the key in the lock. I adjusted my tight off-shoulder sweater and white mini skirt, my long dark hair falling loosely, and my bag, heavy with groceries and my phone, hung over my shoulder. Sonny walked beside me, his muscular frame relaxed.
We reached the reception desk, where the female staff member stood, her ponytail neat despite the early hour. Sonny handed her the room key.
"Here you go," he said, his voice smooth, tossing the key onto the counter with a casual flick.
"Thank you," the woman said, her tone polite but with a knowing glint in her eyes as she tucked the key away.
She glanced at me, a soft smile spreading across her face. "Hope you're all relaxed now after all that cardio," she teased, her voice light but pointed, clearly having heard the thuds and moans from our room.
