Chapter 158
**Sara**
After our hearty breakfast at Mabel's, we hit the road again with full bellies and leftovers. Tom still wouldn't tell me our final destination, but I was enjoying the suspense.
As we drove, the scenery became more picturesque. Rolling hills gave way to lush forests, and I caught glimpses of a sparkling lake in the distance.
"Ooh, are we going somewhere near the water?" I asked, pressing my nose against the window like an excited kid.
"Maybe. You'll see soon enough."
About an hour later, we turned onto a winding road that led us through a thick forest. The trees suddenly parted, revealing a stunning modern building nestled against the backdrop of the lake.
"Wow," I breathed, taking in a high-end resort's sleek lines and floor-to-ceiling windows.
He pulled up to the valet stand, and a young man in a crisp uniform hurried to open my door.
"Welcome to Lakeview Resort," he said with a practiced smile. "May I take your bags?"
I nodded, still a bit dazed by the luxury surrounding us. Tom handed over the keys, and we entered the lobby.
The interior was just as impressive as the outside – all polished wood and gleaming metal, with abstract art adorning the walls. A massive fireplace dominated one wall, though it wasn't lit in the warm afternoon.
We approached the reception desk, where a perky blonde greeted us with a megawatt smile.
"Good afternoon! Welcome to Lakeview Resort. Do you have a reservation?"
Tom nodded. "Yes, under Blackwood."
The receptionist tapped away at her computer, and her smile widened even further. "Ah yes, I see it here. The Honeymoon Suite for Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood!"
I nearly choked on my own spit. "I'm sorry, what?"
Tom looked equally surprised. "There must be some mistake. We're not-"
"Oh, no need to be shy!" the receptionist chirped. "We love having newlyweds here. Congratulations on your nuptials!"
I opened my mouth to correct her, but Tom shook his head. He leaned in close, whispering in my ear. "Just go with it. We might get some perks."
I bit my lip to keep from laughing and nodded.
"Thank you so much," I said, plastering on my best-newlywed smile. "We're just so happy to be here, aren't we... honey?"
Tom wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. "Absolutely, sweetheart. We can't wait to start our life together."
The receptionist looked like she might explode from the cuteness overload. "Well, you two are just adorable! I've added our complimentary champagne and strawberries to your room. And don't forget about our couple's massage package – it's half off for honeymooners!"
She handed over our keycards, still beaming. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood. And congratulations again!"
We kept straight faces until we were safely in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, we burst into laughter.
"Oh my god," I wheezed. "I can't believe we just did that."
He grinned. "Hey, free champagne is free champagne. I'm not complaining."
The elevator dinged, and we stepped out onto our floor. As we walked down the hallway, I couldn't resist teasing him.
"So, Mr. Blackwood, carrying me over the threshold?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Don't push your luck, Mrs. Blackwood."
We found our room – our suite – and Tom swiped the keycard. As the door swung open, I gasped.
The room was massive, with a separate living area, a kitchenette, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking lake view. A king-sized bed dominated the bedroom, covered in impossibly high thread-count sheets.
"Holy crap," I muttered, wandering around in awe. "This place is incredible."
He nodded. "I have to admit, this exceeds my expectations."
I flopped onto the bed, sighing as I sank into the plush mattress. "I might never leave this bed. It's like lying on a cloud."
He smirked. "Is that a challenge, Mrs. Blackwood?"
Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. Tom went to answer it, revealing a hotel employee with a cart.
"Complimentary champagne and strawberries for the newlyweds," the man announced, wheeling the cart into the room.
I sat up, trying to look appropriately newlywed-ish. "Oh, how lovely! Thank you so much."
The employee set up the champagne bucket and arranged the strawberries on a silver platter. "Enjoy your stay, and congratulations."
I bounced off the bed when he left, making a beeline for the champagne. "Well, husband dearest, shall we toast to our fake nuptials?"
"Why not? It's five o'clock somewhere."
I fumbled with the cork, nearly taking out an eye. Tom gently took the bottle from me.
"Here, let me. We don't want to spend our honeymoon in the ER."
He popped the cork with practiced ease, filling two flutes with the bubbly liquid. He handed me a glass and raised his own.
"To us," he said, his voice suddenly softer. "And to whatever this is between us."
"To us," I echoed, clinking my glass against his.
We sipped the champagne, and I had to admit, it was pretty damn good. I plucked a strawberry from the platter, biting it with a satisfied hum.
"Mmm, these are amazing," I said, licking juice from my lips.
His eyes darkened as he watched me. "You've got a little..." he trailed off, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip.
The air between us suddenly felt charged. I set down my champagne flute, my heart racing.
"You know," I said, my voice a bit breathless, "we should probably make this fake honeymoon feel authentic."
"What exactly did you have in mind, Mrs. Blackwood?"
I felt my cheeks flush, suddenly aware of how forward I'd been. "Um, well... I hadn't thought that far ahead," I laughed nervously. "But I'm sure we could figure something out. You know, for authenticity's sake."
He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "I see. So you're suggesting we... improvise?"
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yeah, exactly. We can just... try things. See what feels right."
Tom's eyes darkened as he closed the distance between us. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing across my lower lip. I shivered at his touch, anticipation building in my core.
Without another word, he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss started soft, almost hesitant, but quickly deepened as our mutual desire took over. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue sought entrance. I granted it eagerly, moaning softly as our tongues danced.
His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arched into his touch, craving more. The kiss grew more heated, more desperate. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly and eliciting a groan from him that sent shivers down my spine.
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