Ecstasy

Gilinsky

I wake up to the most incredible view. I can tell we're not near Los Angeles anymore, because everything is green and the trees tower over us. The scent of pine needles is heavy in the air, and I can hear the sound of a creek in the distance as the wind rustles the tops of the trees.
"Where are we?" I ask, sticking my head out the window in amazement.
Jack smiles. "On the edge of Oregon."
"What?!" I say. "That's almost twelve hours! And you let me sleep the whole way?!" I smack Jack's arm.
He starts laughing. "Ow!" He smiles then leans over and silences my complaints by pressing his lips against mine. I kiss him back happily.
"Okay. I lied," he says. "We're in Seaside, Oregon."
My eyes fly wide open. "What?!"
Jack laughs again. "Don't be mad, baby! I love you!"
"I love you, too," I grumble.
"Come on. Let's get our stuff into the hotel."
"We haven't got any stuff."
"I packed for us. Come on, baby."
I sigh then hop out of the car, sucking in a breath. The hotel we're staying at is made out of cobblestone and vines are overpowering the walls. It's small and beautiful, and the entire scene reminds me of something you would find in Ireland or Scotland or Switzerland or something.
I slide my hand into Jack's as we walk up the steps. The shop keeper smiles at us and tilts her head.
She's a round woman with soft pudgy cheeks and bright blue eyes. Her hair is tied back in a bun and when she smiles, it makes the room light up.
The woman wipes her hands on her apron. "What can I do for you lads?" She has a thick Irish accent.
"A room please. One bed."
"Ah, of course. Mr. And Mr. Gilinsky-Johnson. Right this way," she hands us a key then leads us up the stairs.
I walk behind Jack, giving him a questioning look. It was obvious he had planned this all.
I scratch my head, wondering what Jack could possibly have planned.