Page 120 of Pucking Matt
She shows me her finger with blood on it. She places her clothes on the shelf and starts opening up a few of the bandages. First, she grabs the Neosporin and puts it on my cut.
“This might not do anything, but just in case.” She opens the bandage next and folds it in half to fit on my cheek. Then she rips open a Band-Aid and puts it gently on my face. I’m lost in her eyes. God, she’s fucking beautiful.
“So much better,” she says with a smile.
“I’m ready if you are,” I say as we gather the trash and open containers.
“I’m ready,” she chirps, grabbing her things from the shelf. “Let’s get to that hotel.”
“After you,” I say.
When we’re ten minutes away from the hotel, I reach for her hand. She glances down, confused, but I need to know I have her support.
“I’m happy that you decided to come.”
“Yeah…boyfriend.”
I smile, holding her hand. “We’re having lunch with them. And then my mom’s heading off to get ready. They seal the deal at sunset on the beach. Then they’re going to take pictures and have a private dinner, so I’ll take you out to dinner and then we can go to the jacuzzi or hang out in the room. Whatever you want to do. Tomorrow we will eat breakfast with them and we have to check out at noon.”
“Okay.” She smiles. “Sounds easy enough.”
“We can check-in, so make sure you have everything. My mom said that there’s valet parking in the front.”
I squeeze her hand and then let go to focus on driving. She sits in the passenger seat, staring out the window for the rest of the drive. And I can’t count my blessings enough. I’m grateful she’s here.
When we get to the hotel, Amber’s eyes light up as she observes all the nice greenery.
“Have you stayed here before?” she asks.
“Not this one, no. But my mom likes this area.”
“I can see why,” she says.
The valet waits for my truck while I grab our bags from the back and Amber grabs her target bag. When the truck drives off, she takes her bag from me and says, “I got it.”
A man behind her says, “I can get those for you.”
She looks over at him and then back at me. “Oh, is that necessary?”
He shakes his head. “No, ma’am.”
“Okay…sir, thank you.” She puts her bag on her arm and then smiles at me. As I walk past the guy, he hands me a ticket for my truck, I thank him, and then follow Amber into the lobby.
“This is so nice,” Amber says as we walk to the front desk. The place is filled with modern furniture and beautiful artwork.
“Checking in,” I say to the front desk agent. “Matthew Pearson.”
Amber stands next to me, but she’s busy observing the big piece of art on the wall. We get our hotel keys and the front desk agent shows us the path to our room.
I grab Amber’s hand, and for the first time, she doesn’t hesitate. She observes the hotel as we walk through the lobby. She’s subconsciously using me to lead her to the room while she enjoys the art on the wall. I release her hand when we reach the elevator.
“What floor are we on?” she asks when we step in.
I click on level four and glance at her. I joke, “The size of your shoe.”
She glares at me in our reflection and snarks, “More like the size of your di–”
The elevator stops on floor two as I stare at her. When the people walk in, I say to her, “You’ll be very disappointed to find out it’s not even that big.”
