The first thing Edward does once we get inside is run to his bedroom and flop face first on the bed. “Oh, bed, how I’ve missed you,” he mumbles into his pillow. I take the pillow I’m carrying, the one we brought with us, and hit him on the butt with it a few times before crawling onto the bed next to him. He flips on his side, facing me, and wraps his arm around my waist. “It feels good to be home.”
“Yes, it does.”
Edward looks at me curiously. “You feel like you’re at home?” he asks while brushing the hair away from my eyes.
“I’m at home wherever you are, Edward. Here, a hotel room… it doesn’t matter. As long as we’re together, I’m happy.”