For a few seconds, I didn’t move, but then I blinked at the clock on the nightstand and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Oh my god,” I whispered.
Jase groaned. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s almost noon.”
Dylan shifted behind me, his hand sliding over my stomach. “No it isn’t.”
“It is,” I said, twisting enough to look back at him. “We slept half the day away.”
Jase rolled onto his side, his eyes barely open. “That’s what happens when you wear us out, Princess.”
Dylan chuckled and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “We never even made it downstairs for drinks.”
“You can’t blame all of that on me.” I smiled, remembering how the night before had played out. “But if we don’t get up now, we’re going to miss the spa appointments I booked. We’re supposed to be there in an hour.”
Jase pushed himself up on an elbow. “You booked appointments?”
I nodded. “Yep. For all three of us. You guys are getting massages, facials, and pedicures.”
“Seriously?” Dylan groaned.
“Yep. Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”
Eventually, we rolled out of bed. While I got ready, the guys ordered lunch from the room service menu. It took less than forty-five minutes for us to get dressed, eat, and head downstairs.
As soon as we stepped into the spa, I felt my entire body relax before anyone even touched me. The space was quiet and dim, with soft music in the background.
Jase and Dylan may have been surprised when I told them about the treatments I’d booked for them, but when I met them a couple of hours later, they looked more relaxed than I’d seen them in months.
“You can thank me now,” I teased as I approached.
“How about we thank you with dinner?” Jase suggested.
I shrugged. “That’s a good start.”
We walked back to our suite in a post-spa haze, my body loose and calm.
“So what’s the plan?” Dylan asked as soon as we were back in our room.
“I can make dinner reservations,” Jase offered. “Do we want to try that steakhouse downstairs?”
I nodded. “The menu looked pretty good.”
While Jase handled the planning, Dylan grabbed three bottles of water from the minifridge and handed me one. “You’ll want to drink all of this to flush out the lactic acid and prevent soreness.”
I grinned. “Is that advice from the kinesiology major?”
“Maybe.” He leaned down and gave me a kiss.
Jase hung up the phone and turned to us. “We’ve got reservations at seven.”
I glanced at the time on my phone. “That gives us three hours. Maybe we could go for those drinks beforehand.”
“Wonder what we can do until then.” Dylan waggled his eyebrows.
I laughed and pointed at him. “Don’t you start. You saw what happened last night.”
