Georgia's POV
I lay back on the cushioned deck bed, the night sky stretched endlessly above me. The last crumbs of cake were gone, yes, I inhaled it, and now Nick was plucking grapes from the bowl and feeding them to me one by one like I was some pregnant Roman empress.
I could get used to this.
"Nick," I said between bites, staring up at him as he hovered over me, "where exactly are we going?"
He smirked, pinching another grape. "Still a secret."
"Come on," I whined, opening my mouth anyway. He popped the grape in, the smug man. "Give me a hint."
"Fine." He lay down beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. "Somewhere with great service… comfortable, relaxing rooms… excellent amenities…" His fingers brushed my hairline. "And quiet. Very, very quiet."
I narrowed my eyes. "So… a luxury resort?"
"Sort of," he teased, leaning down to kiss my cheek. "But better than that."
