“What else would you want there? Other than softer towels and sheets.” “I don’t know… Curtains in your bedroom, maybe? Fluffier pillows. Artwork.” I nip her lip. “Hold that thought.” Melody gives an adorable grumble when I pull away, out of reach of her mouth. I round the car and hop into the driver’s seat, soaked but not at all uncomfortable as I pull the car out onto the street. “Where are we going?” “We’re getting curtains. And towels, and artwork. Fluffier pillows. Whatever means you’ll like it there.”
