MasukThe next hour passes by easily. Jen eventually succeeds in her mission as she drags Sav into the water. Chase follows behind them shortly after. Soon, there is splashing and arguments over who started what. I stay back for a bit with Will and Randy. Will leans in slightly, “You okay?” I nod, “Yeah
GregI wake up before my alarm, as I don’t want to disturb Jen’s sleep. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just stare up at the hotel ceiling and listen. Vegas has a strange quiet in the mornings. Not silent exactly, but there is always the faint hum of air conditioning, the occasional distant eleva
By the time we get back to the room and the door clicks shut behind us, I have reached that weird travel point where I feel both completely awake and absolutely exhausted at the same time. Greg has already abandoned any attempt at looking presentable. Both of our shoes are off, and his magazine has
The crowd slowly starts moving after the fountain display ends. People drift away in groups, talking over each other and checking photos they’ve just taken. Nobody seems to be in a rush. That is one thing I have noticed about Vegas already. People walk everywhere, but somehow never look like they ha
If there is one thing I learned within the first hour of walking the Las Vegas Strip, it is that nobody walks normally. Everyone wanders. Everyone stops every three minutes to stare at something. And I fit right in. Greg, meanwhile, has already accepted his role as unofficial bag carrier and profess
Greg checks us in while I wander exactly three metres before he calls me back. “You are not getting lost already.” I smile sweetly, “No promises.” Once we are checked in, a bell boy takes our luggage and loads it onto a trolley cart for us and says he will bring it up to our room right away. Wit
My mom gasps dramatically, covering her mouth, “Oh, my god.” I frown, thinking about what my mother is about to say. She points at Jen through the camera, “You’re pregnant.” Jen chokes on her own saliva as my mom continues with what she assumes is the news. “Oh gosh, honey, I’m gonna be a grandma—”
GregI have never realized just how exhausting keeping a secret can be. Not because I’m regretting it. Not because I’m not sure. But because apparently the entire state of California has decided that my proposal plans are community property. I stand in the kitchen pretending to look through the frid
He nods, “Okay.” I grin with excitement, “Number three.” My smile widens, hoping he will agree with this one. “Backstreet Boys at The Sphere.” Greg stares, “You contain multitudes.” I laugh, and he nods, “Fair.” Then his eyes light up like the Fourth of July, “What about the zip line?” I blink, t
By the time I get home, I feel lighter than I have all day. Work has done what work has always done. It gives me somewhere to put my brain. No mystery conversations, no suspicious behavior, and no trying to figure out why everyone suddenly looks guilty every time the word future comes up. Just contr







