Of a massage session and a lunch date.

(ARIELLE’S POV)

Jared returned with our bag, and took it to the closet. “I don't want you stressed,” he said, approaching me.

“Don't tell me you brought me here to make me lazy,” I said, feigning a frown.

“I brought you here to spoil you silly,” he responded.

“Umm…that sounds like something I would love to indulge in,” I said, all smiles.

“Great,” Jared said, leaning away. “I will unpack our bag, and afterward, we will head to the hotel's spa for a massage session. This week has been hectic for you, and a massage is paramount in relaxing your muscles.”

“You have everything all planned out, don't you?” I inquired, pleased at his thoughtfulness.

“I wouldn't bring you here, if I didn't . I will go unpack the bags now,” he gave me a wink and walked back to the closet.

As Jared turned his back to me, my eyes were fixated on his muscles flexed beneath his fitted shirt. Yet again, I felt that all too familiar flutter in my belly. I smiled, grateful for this getaway and how thoughtful Jared