ログインThe 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
The next morning, sunlight spills softly through the large bedroom windows, bathing the room in a warm golden glow. Somewhere in the distance, gulls call faintly near the coast while the city below slowly begins to wake. I stir first. For a moment, I stay still beneath the blankets, blinking sleepil
Later that evening, the house feels entirely different. Not empty. Not silent. Alive. Soft music drifts quietly through the downstairs speakers while the city lights twinkle outside the enormous windows overlooking San Diego. The last traces of sunset has disappeared completely now, leaving the hous
Greg’s jaw tightens slightly before he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss against my forehead. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “You are.” For a second, neither of us move. Then I lightly nudge him. “Now stop being emotional and continue the tour.” Greg laughs under his breath. “Bossy.” “You love it.” “Unfor
The low rumble of the Yamaha finally softens as Greg guides the bike into the long driveway leading up to the house. The evening sun hangs low in the San Diego sky, painting everything in warm gold and soft orange light. After hours on the road, the city air feels different. Warmer, calmer, carrying







