Amelia's POV

We checked out of the resort and eventually reached our apartment in New York eventually. It was a hectic morning and we were busy all day packing for our trip. Tristan ordered lunch for us as we both were tired after the ordeal.

"Are you done with your packing?" Asked Tristan, his eyes widening seeing my two huge suitcases. I was busy packing my hand luggage when he fell on the bed with shock. "Don't tell me that you're carrying a mountain load of clothes? When will you wear them? Most of the time you'd be without anything on!" he exclaimed, making me blush.

I gave him a...