Laura
I stretched lazily on the plush bed, the soft sheets tangling around my legs as I let out a sigh. The faint scent of Jake's cologne still lingered on the pillow next to me, and I buried my face in it for a moment. He'd just left for a meeting, a meeting he didn't want to attend, mind you. But I had insisted.
"Laura, it's our honeymoon. I shouldn't be working," he'd said earlier, standing by the window as he buttoned his crisp white shirt.
"Jake, it's important. And besides, you'll be back before I even start missing you. Okay, maybe a little," I teased, throwing a pillow at him.
He had chuckled, walked over, and planted a lingering kiss on my forehead. "You're trouble, Mrs. Robbins."
A giddy smile crept onto my face at the memory. Mrs. Robbins. I still wasn't over how perfect it sounded.
The faint knock on the door pulled me from my little daydream.
"Come in!" I called out.
