BECCA POV

Jacobs left hand rest on the lower part of my back as we walk out of the restaurant. It's based on the middle floor of the hotel so we're either taking an elevator down or taking one up. When we reach the passage, he stops and looks at me, I see that usually flare of desire in his eyes and I'm sure mine mirrors his. Who was I kidding thinking we were going to take baby steps. It had never happened in the history of us and it never will.

"I have a room in the hotel if you'd like us to go there...or we could drive...