the hallway glowed in a soft light like the whole world was dipped in warmth just for renee. she laughed loud and unfiltered, the kind that made your stomach flip even after all these years. she held onto the sides of the hotels luggage cart as you pushed her faster down the empty hallway. her coat, the one you surprised her with last week in paris, flared around her like a cape. underneath she wore nothing but a matching bra and underwear set she had picked just for you, claiming she didnt feel like wearing real clothes today but she knew exactly what she was doing

you slowed down just enough to watch her as she tossed her head back with her legs crossed over the metal bar. she looked like some kind of spoiled princess but one who ruled your entire world and she did. she always had

"faster!" she shouted, grinning "come on baby you can afford to pay off anyone who complains"

you smirked "you want faster?" you dug your shoes into the carpet and shoved harder, sending the cart flying ahead. she shrieked and started laughing, the sound bouncing off the marble walls. god she was perfect.

youve loved her since you were seventeen and even though the eight years had passed and the world had shifted a hundred times over from high school classrooms to penthouse views and paycheck to paycheck jobs to the kind of money that made billionaires nervous, nothing had ever compared to her. she was still your center and you treated her like it. every ridiculous and over the top gift. every trip. every glance that lasted too long. you didnt just love her. you adored her. youd give her anything. you had given her everything.

you stopped the cart just outside your suite, top floor of course. it was completed with a terrace bigger than your first apartment. renee climbed off like royalty, not bothering to fix her coat. it slightly slipped off one shoulder, exposing more of her collarbone. your mouth twitched and she noticed

"youre staring" she teased, her voice lower and eyes suddenly molten "again."

you stepped closer, brushing your hand against her waist "i cant help it"

"eight years" she whispered, gaze softening "you still look at me like that"

"i always will"

you kissed her then, slow and deep, right there in the hallway where anyone could walk by but neither of you cared. she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. when you finally pulled back, she was breathless

"lets go inside" she said, tugging your hand towards the door "i wanna order champagne. in the bathtub."

you laughed softly "you want strawberries too?"

she nodded like it was obvious "duh. chocolate ones."

“done.” because she only had to want something and youd make it appear. not because of the money but because it was her. always her

you swiped the keycard, the door opened, and she stepped inside like she owned the whole place because maybe she did and as far as you were concerned, she owned everything including you