As we messed around and she laughed, begging me to stop, there was a knock on the door. We stumbled out of bed, and threw on our robes, making out all the way to the door.
"Room service," said the man at the door, bringing us dessert.
As he wheeled the chocolate dipped strawberries and champagne into the room, I watched her go pale. When I looked up at the man, I found that he strongly resembled her father.
I tipped him and got him out of the room quickly, then turned back around to face what I had been ignoring for a month.
"Baby, tell me what's wrong," I said, taking my first step towards her.
She was faster than me though, aggressively throwing herself at me. Before I knew it, she had her arms around me and started kissing me.
"Let's go again," she said, her unsteady voice allowing me a peek into what's been going on with her.
