Page 174 of My Only

Hassani gestured at the microwave. “I’ll pop some popcorn, and we’ll watch a movie on the flatscreen?”

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

It was Day 7 of our road trip, and honestly, I never thought I’d even make it past Day 1.

The night before we left, I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. All of that changed the second I stepped outside our house the next day.

Because parked in our driveway was a luxury RV—glossy white and silver, tinted windows, sleek as hell.

My jaw hit the floor.

Earlier that morning, Hassani had kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

I’d stayed in bed longer than I should have, dreading this trip, convinced this RV would be some dusty, cramped thing from the 1980s.

But when I finally stepped outside and saw it?

I should’ve known better.

Because my man was behind getting it.

“This is insane,” I said, walking up to it.

The RV was wide and long, but not too long—almost the size of a small box truck.

“Baby,” I said, watching as Hassani pulled my bag off my shoulder. “You sure you can drive this thing?”

“I got it here, didn’t I?”

“I know, but…” My eyes scanned the exterior. “Damn.”

But the inside?

Blew. Me. Away.

Hassani wasn’t lying when he said it would be like a hotel on wheels.

Plush leather seating. A massive, curved TV. Stainless steel appliances. Elegant stone countertops.

There was even a kitchen island in the middle.

I ran my hand over the white marble surface as I moved through the space, shaking my head in disbelief.

The private sleeping area had a queen-size bed and a built-in closet—perfect for storing our clothes.

But what really sold me?

The bathroom.

“Okay!” I hollered, pushing the door open.

Full glass-enclosed shower with marble accents. Sleek sink and toilet.

This was not the RV I had pictured.

I turned to Hassani, grinning so hard my cheeks hurt.

He smirked. “So?”

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