It was our last night at the bed and breakfast inn in the snowy mountains of Lake Tahoe. My husband, Lee and I stayed in our rustic bedroom, snuggled under the covers with deli sandwiches and glasses of wine. Beneath the twinkling pixie lights the inn keeper strung above our headboard, we huddled under the blankets to watch a movie on Lee’s tablet as the rooms didn’t have TVs but had excellent Wi-Fi. I cuddled my head onto my husband’s t-shirt covered chest, both of us naked below the waist. There was a knock at our door. We both looked up from the screen.
Lee answered with, “Enter.”
The door creaked open. My mouth nearly dropped when the couple we met in the hot tub opened the door. Steve, dressed only in pajama bottoms entered with a bottle of cognac, two glasses, and his wife in tow. Shana was dressed in a pink cotton sleep shirt that skimmed her thighs. She glanced around the rustic room which was so different than the others before her eyes settled upon me and Lee reclined against the headboard propped up on pillows.
Steve asked, “Mind if we join you?”