On our last night, we opt for room service in my suite without alcohol. Scott went back to his room to change, while I stepped into the shower. I use the complimentary amenities booklet as a door stopper so Scott can let himself in if I’m still in the shower. I finish, wrapping a towel around my hair and another one around my body. That’s when I heard the noise, “Is that, you Scott?” I call out.

“Do you want it to be?” asks a voice that’s not Scott’s.

“Michael?” I squeal with excitement.

“Yes,” he calls out from the foyer.

“Oh my God!” I’m so excited, I run to...