Chapter 27 Relationship Goals

• After my bath, I slipped into my robe and made a beeline for my plush, king-sized bed that practically called my name from the center of the room. It looked so inviting, so ridiculously comfortable, that I didn’t even hesitate. I flopped onto it face-first without a second thought, letting out a muffled sigh as the soft comforter welcomed me like an old friend.
• For a moment, I just lay there, letting the softness of the duvet absorb some of the tension that had been building all day. The familiar scent of lavender and something faintly citrusy—courtesy of the ridiculously overpriced hotel laundry service—was soothing. I wanted to stay like that forever, but my phone buzzing on the nightstand dragged me back to reality.
• With a groan, I rolled over and grabbed it. A quick glance at the notifications made my stomach drop. Social media was buzzing, and not in the way I needed it to.