Suite for Two

Carrying an armored girlfriend inside before the evening chill sets in is standard protocol, but closing out the night demands five-star luxury. I hauled Riley’s rigid sleeve up to the dark walnut nightstand and found an open, velvet-lined clamshell glasses case resting under the warm glow of a small reading lamp. I slid a folded satin sleep mask across the bottom to set up our personal memory-foam mattress, then propped Riley securely against the plush lid. Leaning back beside her with my sneaker resting casually on the brass hinge, I threw her a knowing smirk. A quiet penthouse suite with zero checkout time—romance really doesn't get much smoother.