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Amalia didnāt usually mind going to sleep alone on nights she and Greg would separate into their own rooms at the Love Hotel. As much as she would be content to spent twenty-four hours a day, all day with him for the rest of her life, there was still certainly no lack of allure to king size bed to herself and a healthy bit of alone time.Ā
But the early mornings were a different story. The novelty of being away from him always wore off by then, and within seconds of waking sheād be missing him in more ways than one.Ā
Amalia stretched in her bed, the room still dark and confirming that the clock was right in saying 5:28 A.M. She reached over to the empty side of the bed, laying her hand flat on the mattress and thinking about Greg. Of all the options at the hotel, her own damn husband was still the one she wanted the most.Ā
She didnāt take much time to think about it as she slid out of her warm sheets, wrapping her silky black robe around her bare body and tying it at the waist. She listened at her door for any sounds in the hall, and opened it to look out both ways when it sounded like the coast was clear.Ā
She made her way down the halls to Gregās room and knocked on the door, just firmly enough for him to hear it, but hoping she wouldnāt be waking any of his neighbors in the process.Ā
Waking up alone on the mornings when he and Amalia would separate into their own rooms for whatever reason the night before was Gregās least favourite thing about the hotel. He missed his wifeās face being the first sight he saw when he opened his eyes and he definitely missed the other things they usually got up to before they even considered getting out of bed and starting their day.
The previous night Greg had thought about going over to his wifeās room and climbing into bed with her. Even just to wrap his arms around her and sleep. But heād been worried about disturbing her so instead heād decided that heād text her when he woke and hope that she was agreeable to paying him an early morning visit.Ā
He was still fast asleep when the firm knock at his door brought him slowly out of his slumber however. His brow furrowed as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he noted the time on the clock by the bed. 5:34am. Who would be knocking on his door at that time? He was tempted to just ignore it but the niggling feeling that something might be wrong prevented him from rolling over and going back to sleep. With a groan he forced himself to get up, flicking on a lamp as he did, and headed towards the door still in just his boxers. Whoever was knocking was lucky he was actually wearing any because it was rare and definitely wouldāt have been the case if heād had company.
He pulled the door open a tad so he could peek out and see who was knocking only to be greeted by Amalia. His guard now down he opened the door further and looked at his wife curiouslyĀ āNot that Iām not happy to see you but itās 5.30am. Is something wrong?āĀ