Our Last Dance

30.

Stevie had gone through a lot of emotions after spending a real night with Lindsey, she wasn't sure it was right, she wasn't sure of anything that it kept her up most the night. She had a really hard time sleeping, so after only really laying in bed with Lindsey most of the day, she easily fell right to sleep in his arms.

The entire Sunday consisted of cuddling under the blankets in their hotel room, watching whatever movies were on the television while occasionally kissing each other, but nothing more had happened because they spent a lot of their time talking. Making love was really the only thing left as far intimacy went in their relationship.

As she soundly slept, Lindsey had the opportunity to really admire her and not feel awkward about it; he could finally take in how gorgeous she was when she was sleeping; her long eyelashes and beautiful makeup free face; her long blonde hair; the way her nightgown hugged her body, the outline of her curves, her dainty hands and feet. Everything about her he had thought was cute or pretty when he had initially met her was stunning to him. In his eyes, she was perfect from head to toe.

It was about seven p.m. when Stevie rolled over from her nap and it was because she was cold.

Looking around the room, she noticed Lindsey was not present, but before wondering where he was, she made her way to the restroom to freshen up. When she was done, she walked over to her bag and she pulled a sweater out to put on.

Just a moment later, Lindsey came into the room and he smiled when he saw that she was awake.

"Hey, did you sleep well?" he walked over, settling a brown paper bag down before taking his coat off.

"I did," she nodded. "I really needed that nap, I was exhausted."

He moved passed her in order to get to the heater to turn on. "Are you cold?" he asked, even though he knew she was.

"Just a little..." she assured, watching him trail around the room. "Where'd you go?"

"Well, there wasn't much option as far as food went, so I went to get us a few things from the market... And some wine..." he pulled the bottle out.

She smirked, "What time is it?" she looked around for a clock.

"Seven-eleven," he confirmed by looking at his watch.

"Oh, wow... What have we been doing all day?" she joked, walking over in order to melt into his side.

"Just having a good ol' time," he winked, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he wrapped an arm around her.

She bit the inside of her lip, ever so grateful for his being so gentle about everything.

"I figure we have to go home tonight, so I just kind of got us something to munch on before we leave."

"That's thoughtful of you..."

"As you said, we've been kind of lounging all day..."

"It's been nice though," she assured. "Since I've had the kids home and running back and forth like lunatics, I haven't had this much needed silence."

"Right, you deserved it."

"We deserved it," she corrected. "Especially after dealing with your pregnant, hormonal bride of a child."

"Okay, I agree...  We both deserved it," he smirked.

She giggled.

The two would then sit on the floor by the hotel window, overlooking the mountains of Aspen, Colorado; eating their meals while having light conversation.

By about eight o'clock that night, they would finally get around to packing their things and making sure they hadn't left anything behind and by nine p.m. they were ready to check out.