In second presidential suite on top floor of the resort on Lake Tahoe, Aiden and Sarah are in the middle of a huge round bed, their bodies wrapped in a white bedsheet.
The reminders of their passionate night are scattered clothes which are making a trail from living room to the bedroom.
Two damp towels on the edge of the bed indicate that they took a shower recently.
Aiden is holding Sarah in his arms with her back leaning against his chest.
"You didn't answer my question." He spoke in her ear. "Which one did you like better: moonlight or sunrise?"
Sarah giggled. "I told you few times already. I like them both. Don't make me choose."
"Hmm… If you can't pick between those, then we will need to wait for noon, so you can compare that as well." He smiled mischievously.
Sarah turned to face him. "Don't you think that we should go back?" Her expression told him that she does not want to go back. Not yet.
