Spring break [Matt]

[Nymph]

”Two hundred dollars to hang out with a friend of yours from school while you ditch him for a week? Four hundred if he stays both weeks? Sure your spring break is meshing good with mine and I could really use the money. Thanks. Blind? Got it, no I’m not going to be rude you know me better than that Paul. Yes I am the only one to use the non-Hispanic version. I know I’m the only one that seems to know how… Yes, Paul I understand that I can’t let him out of my sight. Yes, Paul I’ll watch over him. Wait.. you’re also paying for me to take him out so I don’t have to come up with the cash? Hell yeah, a hotel room? Really? I love you man. Yeah, plan for two weeks? Got it, get the hell out of there for two whole weeks? I’d do most anything. OK, yeah, meet you at the airport, get your car from your mom’s, got it. Yeah. OK. See you then.. Yeah… Bye.” The soon to be seventeen year old was doing a seriously happy dance. She was going to get out of her house for two full weeks, make four hundred bucks, and maybe make a college friend. How freaking cool is that? That would give her some money for her birthday by the end of this week. Again the girl danced around her room as quietly as possible since both her parents were wasted and passed out.

Peyton packed a bag for two weeks and tossed it out the window. Paul and his friend would be here in just a couple of hours and she had to sweet talk her way into getting his car. Shouldn’t be too hard since his younger brother had a thing for her. The girl was right a little smile, a kiss on the cheek, and a small shake of her ass got the keys to the car and she took off. Yeah she’d be there early unless she got lucky and the flight got in early, but it got her out of the house. She looked at the text that he sent her about what flight they were and went to find their gate. The 5’7 girl stretched out her long legs and slid in her earbuds. Eyes closed she listened to the music and waited for the flight to get in. She’d positioned herself where Paul could either see her or knew she’d be so she didn’t have to worry about that much. She let herself get lost in the music not paying attention to the men staring at her black shorts, white bikini top and sandals, nor the dark red painted toe nails. All she could hear was Rob Thomas’ This is How a Heartbreaks.

[Daredevil]

Matt couldn’t help but feel a tad awkward as he heard Paul basically hire a babysitter for him. There was almost no point in going. What difference would Matt really find between New York and Florida? Okay, there were some obvious answers to that but still. He almost felt like this whole ordeal was practically out of pity. When Paul had asked what Matt was going to be doing for Spring Break, the response to the ‘probably just staying around here and getting some studying out of the way’ reply was almost staggering. The entire study group had erupted with questions; asking if Matt had ever actually been out side of New York City. Only briefly but never outside of New England and barely even out of state and he could count those ventures on one hand. Before Matt had knew it, they’d pulled together money for him to go to Florida with Paul.

Though, apparently now he was going to have to burden someone else other than the friend who’d volunteered to take him back. He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses before blowing a piece of red hair out of his face that had been tickling along his skin. His bag, all of one duffel, was pack and on his shoulder while he tapped his cane in boredom as he listened to the phone call. Well, at least the next couple weeks wouldn’t be a total loss. He was going on vacation, damn it! Something that most slum kids from Hell’s Kitchen never got to do. But there was still that feeling that whoever his chaperone was to be was going to be aggravated with him in no time.

It wasn’t until Paul’s pacing came to a stop that he felt his friend’s hand clap onto his shoulder. “Let’s go dude,” Paul said before Matt stood up and they went to catch a taxi to the airport.

The flight had been almost terrifying to the young man. The humming roar of the engine provided too consistent and way too much sound for his senses. He had spent the majority of his time on the plane trying not to freak out until he had been given something for motion sickness. He had slept the rest of the flight sleeping. It wasn’t until they landed that Matt finally woke up and regained his bearings. Miami was different. So different. The air tasted different, the temperature was one of the obvious changes, but just the sounds in general were different from New York and the Hell’s Kitchen that he’d grown up in. His senses gave him a radar of the area and all that Matt could really seem to do was go “Damn,” in astonishment.

He carried his duffel on his shoulder while his cane tapped gently on the floor as the boys navigated through the airport. It didn’t take too long before Matt got the hang of the human traffic as he walked alongside Paul. The silhouette of a girl came clearer into his radar’s field as Matt and his friend approached her.

Paul tugged on one of the earphones and laughed just slight to where Matt was certain he heard a smirk in his tone. “Well that’s a kind of lame greeting,” his friend snickered while Matt contented to hang back while his senses took in this new location. His eyes darted around out of habit behind his sunglasses that obscured the clouded pupils and burns around his eyes.

[Nymph]

Brown eyes were closed as It’s Over by Jesse McCartney came on and her head moved to the music. When she felt the earbud get tugged out of her ear she glanced up at Paul. A smile touched her lips. ”You want a real greeting then?” The laughter was in her voice as she jumped up and hopped into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rained kisses all over his face and then slid down. ”Better?” She did laugh then and then looked over at his friend. Her head tilted a bit and she realized it was only fair. Now Peyton was not a stupid girl as she stepped up to Matt. ”I’m going to touch you now.” The words weren’t said softly or yelled but stated in normal tone. Then she leaned in and kissed his cheek. ”Don’t know you well enough to give you so many kisses, but he was right, dozing was a lame greeting.” A smile was in her voice as she stepped back.

”Since I doubt Paul told you, my name is Peyton. You can call me that or Pey don’t mind it’s all about what’s easier for you. I’ll be your tour guide and companion while Paul gets forced into family gatherings, haircuts, and seeing if he can knock up his girlfriend.” If a wink could be in someone’s voice her tone would have held it. She had placed her hand on his shoulder when she kissed his cheek and just kept it there to let him know where she was in case she wasn’t talking. ”Alright. You know what to do, and sorry for bailing on you like this Matt, it wasn’t my intention. But we’d already got this all set up when I started getting phone calls and if bail on this shit mom’s gonna flip and Sonya is going to kill me, and I kind of like my balls right where they are. Don ‘t worry, Pey will take good care of you and make sure you get to experience Miami at its best.” The man leaned over and whispered in Matt’s ear. ”Just go with me on this she’s the girl I was telling you about with the abusive parents. She needs the money I’m paying her for this.” Paul figured that would help Matt understand that this wasn’t about pity, well at least not pity for him. The young man trusted Peyton fully as he trusted Matt. They’d take care of each other he was sure of it.

Peyton dangled the keys in the hand that wasn’t on Matt’s shoulder. ”Keep it. Sonya and I are going to tool around in her car. I had you get mine so you could use it. Here’s the money get yourselves a nice couple of nice hotel rooms and have some fun.” The girl took the money and it went straight into her cleavage. The one place she can guarantee know when someone tried to get to it. Her head turned and she looked at Matt. ”Are you hungry?” She slid Paul a glance as he started talking again. ”Sonya’s here, I gotta jet, don’t worry we will definitely be hanging out, Matt. I wouldn’t leave you alone with the twerp too long or she’d drive you insane.” He winked a Peyton and patted Matt on the shoulder. ”Take care of her, Matt. Don’t let her get into trouble she’s a little con artist. Can talk anyone into anything.” His laughter trailed after him and Peyton sighed. ”Sorry about this. I’ll try not to be too boring. Promise.” The girl turned to face him and her body brushed against his. ”We need to get your stuff?”

[Daredevil]

The airport provided the flat read of what had happened and immediately there was a fascination. There just weren’t people with this much energy in Hell’s Kitchen. None that he’d met that were native to the area, at least. He thought nothing on it until she let out the preparation that would be constant from there out. He didn’t flinch as he felt her come closer to his space but it was when her lips touched his cheek that his brows rocketed upward; so much so that his sunglasses tipped to one side. He straightened them quickly and offered a friendly grin. “It’s fine,” he affirmed.

“Matt,” he said in his own greeting; still trying to get a read on the girl that had been assigned as his company for the next two weeks. She was intriguing and he wouldn’t deny that in the least. He heard the expression in her voice and couldn’t help but smile in kind. Most thought that a person needed to see in order to understand a smile or that coy push of a wink. It was refreshing to hear it so unforced. The hand on his shoulder reminded him of her presence and he almost felt like he might have wanted to back away. His curiosity, however, kept him in place. He listened to Paul’s apology and the explanation he whispered and suddenly there was a certain empathy he felt for her. Sure, he hadn’t grown up in that setting. His mother was nonexistent and his father had loved him dearly before he was murdered passed on not even a year ago. But there was still a similar pain he knew in needing to get away from the familiar. He felt less like a burden and the consistent pace of Paul’s pulse was enough to have Matt convinced.

“Nah. Not really all that hungry. Truth be told I thought I was gonna be sick on the plane here,” he blurted in a bit of an over share and bowed his head a bit sheepishly; a few pieces of messy red hair hit his forehead. “First plane ride,” he added as if it were some sort of explanation. As Paul left the two, Matt let a bit of that awkward. Honestly, he had no idea with how he was supposed to watch over anyone but he nodded all the same.

“Sorry about what?” Matt asked with an arched eyebrow. “You’re talking to a certified bookworm. Can’t get more boring than me,” he added with a brief laugh. He felt the brief contact of their forms and showed no objection. It was an honest mishap and probably wouldn’t happen again. He picked up the duffel bag the he’d had as a carry on and finally straightened the sunglasses that had fallen crooked. “I pack light,” he commented with a slight laugh; fully intent on washing his clothes for reuse while on the trip.

[Nymph]

Oh God he was adorable! The fact that she surprised him with the kiss and the way his eyebrows went all the way up into his hair caused her to grin. It wasn’t something she was used to hell most guys she knew from school were all but demanding she touched them or something. A natural born flirt Peyton didn’t quit understand or realize the power she had over men. But then at sixteen and a virgin going to the school she went to and knowing the boys that she knew, it wasn’t surprising that she stayed that way. No she was waiting for someone special and by god there wasn’t a force on this planet that could make her change her mind. ”By the end of the next few days I’ll be greeting you that way too. I apologize now.” There was laughter in her voice and she decided right then and there that she would figure out how to get her expressions in her voice not realizing that she did it naturally. Peyton had a knack for adjusting to most any situation she was in as if she were born to it and chatting with a strange blind man was one of them. One would almost swear they’d already known each other for years with how easy and relaxed she was around him.

”Truly a pleasure to meet you, Matt. I might slip and call you Matty so again sorry in advance. I think I should just do a blanket apology since Paul says I’m handful.” Paul wasn’t the first to call her that nor would he be the last. She’d seen the frown that Paul threw her before he left and she looked down at the week old, newest and last, scar along her left side at across her waist. She gave him a bit of a shrug. ”Caught me off guard that time.” They hadn’t done damage to her in a little over a year so she wasn’t surprised that he was a bit surprised. But then Peyton was known for pushing her luck. If luck be a lady then she was a lesbian or she liked the Latina’s firecracker nature. She was smart enough to tune Paul out knowing damn good and well what he was telling Matt. If Matt really thought he was the charity case in this endeavor he was way off and Peyton knew it.

Brown eyes watched as the hair fell across his forehead and she smiled softly. ”I’m going to touch you now.” She reached up and with feather soft touch she brushed his hair back. ”I’ve never been out of Miami what was the plane ride like? I’d trust you over Paul since he thinks anything that will make your stomach drop to your feet is awesomely cool. His words, not mine.” The laughter was in her voice right before she let out a soft chuckle. Peyton leaned over and whispered in his ear. ”Basically he wants you to stay close in hopes that the boys will stay off of me for a week or two. For some reason they’ve been trying to get up my skirt for the last few years.” Paul was kind of like an overprotective big brother and he hated leaving her alone with the gangbangers and her parents. The scars along her torso were barely visible, except for the newest one which was a lovely shade up puckered pink. All inflicted by her loving parents.

”Sorry you got stuck with a soon to be seventeen year old when you’d probably rather be hanging out with Paul.” She gave a soft chuckle when he called himself a bookworm. ”Honey, if the bookworms looked like you at my school I’d be all over them.” There was a teasing note in her tone but she wasn’t lying either. ”Well then let’s get to the hotel so we can put our stuff up. I believe he made reservations already.” She twisted a bit and their bodies brushed again as she reached behind her and grabbed her own bag. ”So is there anything you want to taste, smell, or feel in particular or do you just want to walk around and sense what we sense? Once settled of course.” It didn’t even require much thought on her part to rephrase automatically so she wasn’t saying the word see every so often. For some reason with Matt it was just a natural thing to fall into she really did feel like she’d known him forever even if they just met.

[Daredevil]

Matt was not sure if he would really get used to that. The hugging and the affection. Sure it wasn’t like Matt’s lifetime had been filled with emotional distance or an absence of affection. His father had loved him and showed no issue with his son unless Matt had gotten in trouble for fighting. It was the fact that his father had barely been gone a year that made him think that attention was somewhat out of the ordinary. Ugh. Barely met this girl and had just barely gotten off the damn plane and already Matt’s mind had gone to his father’s murder. His expression remained cool and collected, though; not wanting to send off that he was wallowing in front of company. “We’ll see about that,” he said almost plainly in regards to what he would and wouldn’t be getting used to; not sure if flirting was a wise idea at the moment.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit more comfortable with each preemptive apology. His brow quirked in intrigue while his lips slowly bent in a slight smile. With each strike to make amends for something she didn’t do yet, he managed to say ‘it’s fine’ in a calm tone. He could be alright being called “Matty.” He hadn’t been called that since he was a kid, but again that was fine. It made whatever his arrangement was going to be feel familiar. He had just met Peyton and it felt almost as if he’d known her for some time. Something in her voice just toned “friend” in every syllable.

I’m going to touch you now, Peyton had repeated before her fingers glided along his forehead to brush the red hair from his face. Those words were going to haunt him and he had that feeling that he wouldn’t necessarily mind it. “The flight in was kind of disorienting,” he admitted with a smile. “When we took off, the noise was so intense. I had no idea what was going on.” He nodded as if to solidify his honesty. At her explanation, he could only nod in agreement. She sounded like someone the guys would be all over. What if he acted like that too? Was there some particular way to tell? Well, if he were in Hell’s Kitchen he’d know. He’d heard the tones from his classmates when talking to the girls and remembered the knee jerk reaction of rolling his eyes. Maybe he’d know that sort of pass from a mile away like he did back home. “You’re in good hands then,” he laughed slightly.

“It’s nothing to apologize about. I doubt I’d enjoy being around him and Sonya sucking face every five minutes,” he feigned a shudder before a full on smile hit his features. His face turned oddly red as he heard his own pulse pick up about Peyton being all over bookworms like him. Really? She was probably joking but it still had managed to make him a little nervous. It would have subsided quickly if their forms hadn’t brushed one another’s again. He fumbled with his bag just a moment and was thankful that he could hold on to his cane. He just nodded as she talked about getting to the hotel room. Honestly, it was like words failed him. The young man just found himself losing his footing in a situation where he would have normally been smooth. He decided to simply just blame the flight in and the fact that maybe he just hadn’t adjusted to being off the plane yet. That was exactly it. He snapped out of it, though and adjusted his sunglasses. “Well, I didn’t exactly come here with a particular plan so I think we can just kind of figure it out as we go. If that’s okay. I mean, unless you had anything in mind. If you do we could just do that. It’s no problem… shutting up now.” Matt offered an apologetic smile and cursing himself for being nervous.

[Nymph]

Seriously, Peyton had seen some good looking guys in her near seventeen years of existence but none of them had piqued her curiosity as much as Matt Murdock. He was well built, strong, rugged and yet had that boyish quality that mainly you could either be one or the other but never both. Somehow he was both and that just added to his appeal. She made him nervous of that she was damn near positive and made her want to laugh. Honestly the girl didn’t really understand her own appeal whether physically or in personality. Most girls her age were already trying to be the grown up and work their wiles where as Peyton was desperately trying to hold on to that innocence for just a moment longer. ”Well you’ve got two weeks to adjust to someone you will probably never see again. Maybe that will help you if you think of it that way.” The smirk was in her voice to let him know she was teasing him. She had a feeling he was going to be quite fun.

Each time he said it was fine she grinned. They were going to get along beautifully she just knew it. It was rare for her to find a guy she could get along with and not feel like they were just setting her up. Paul was practically the only other one and he thought of her as a little sister. Which worked for her since Sonya would kill her, not that she could crush on Paul anyway he was too… too… Paul. Matt on the other hand had her a bit concerned in that area, she’d never actually crushed on a guy before but from what she’d seen and knows him so far he fit the image she’d always held. She’d have to be careful around him since she doubted he’d give a girl like her a ‘second glance’ so to speak, especially if he ever found out about her parents. But friends worked and she was convinced they’d become really good ones over the course of the next two weeks.

”Matty, if that gets annoying, me saying that let me know? I mean I’m not trying to offend you or anything, I just don’t want to startle you and end up on my ass because you hit me, and then you feeling bad about it.” Again she hadn’t stopped to think when she said I’m going to touch you now since it just seemed like the right thing to do. Her head tilted a bit as she listened to him. ”You were sitting by the wing weren’t you? I think I’d be torn between being excited and scared shitless. It’s like.. I hate roller coasters but can’t stop myself from riding them. Same with haunted houses. I swear I’m not going to go, I will refuse all the way up until I’m the one dragging someone off to go to one.” At his words about her being in good hands Peyton automatically took one of his hands into her own and held it up to inspect it. Decently sized, strong looking, a bit calloused, and warm. She resisted a terribly insane and unexpected urge to kiss the palm of his hand. What the hell? ”Yeah, I can see how I’m in good hands.” She stifled a groan as she knew she was going to be dreaming about those hands in a good yet stupid way tonight, and his arms. But that wasn’t her fault since those were two of the things that normally caught her attention first.

”No.. no no no.. It’s not the sucking face that is an issue. Have you ever heard him on the phone with her? The way they go into baby talk and all that really sickening gooey stuff? I’m not talking the sexy or cool stuff, I’m talking the certifiably nauseating… Pauly Wally shit. Oh god, if you have they are so much worse when they are actually together. So much worse.” The girl actually shuddered against him when she got hit with those memories. Peyton noticed him go red and wondered what she did to cause it if it was even her. ”If I said or did something to make you nervous, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” There was worry in her voice and one would swear she was chewing on her bottom lip at the moment, which in fact she was. She hadn’t meant to make him nervous, really she hadn’t. She took his hand and a put his arm around her waist when he nodded to finding the hotel room. ”I figured it’d be easier for you to keep track of me this way. Unless you’d rather not.” She was so used to the scars that she didn’t even think about it. She grinned as he babbled a bit and shrugged her shoulders. ”Nope not really. I was kind of called right before you guys took off so I didn’t plan anything. I guess we can get settled first and then go from there. Planning stuff never works out anyway so we just wait and find out what happens?” Peyton was one who liked to just see what happens since that’s when the best stuff went down.

Carefully she led him out of the airport and to the car. She popped the trunk and put their bags in before looking back at him. ”The car handle is the type that you lift and it’s directly to your left if you just lift your hand about three inches and reach out about one inch.” The words were spoken loud enough and clear enough to make sure he heard her as she put the stuff in the trunk. She waited until she was finished with the instructions before she shut the trunk and made her way to the driver’s side. ”Unless you want to drive?” There was a teasing tone to her voice but the sad thing is…. She’d probably let him.

[Daredevil]

Matt pulled an expression as he faced her. Seriously, who the hell told Peyton that she was annoying and what planet were they from? His expression eased while she took a guess as where he was sitting. “Probably,” he laughed. He smiled. He knew that feeling. He actually knew that feeling the moment he lost his sight and everything amplified around him to replace it. While getting a feel for his new senses he’d developed a bit of an adrenaline fix. The nickname he’d gotten as a kid that had been out of irony turned into more of a fact after he’d lost his sight. But, he wasn’t sure how much of that would be believed if he said that. Then again… most would think he were crazy if they knew he could jump off the side of a building and managed to land on his feet with no problem.

He flinched briefly as she took his hand. He wondered if livestock was treated this way when inspected before a sale. He didn’t mind it though. There was a bit of nerves in pumping through him with his hand being observed in hers. He felt tension slowly build up and slide back into the depths of his nerves. He grinned. “Are you kidding, try hearing him and the receiving end!” he laughed. “Stronger hearing blows when you’re around that,” he snickered and waved off yet another apology. “You didn’t do anything. I’m just still getting my bearings.” It was a lie but he also knew that this was by no means her fault.

His arm had been slipped around Peyton and he didn’t object. After all, one can’t simply go ‘oh no it’s fine, the accident that made me blind actually gave me super senses so we’re good’. “It works,” he said as she was led to the car. “I can do with waiting,” he supplied with a smile. Not knowing what was going to happen was part of the fun, after all.

He couldn’t help chuckle at the detail. Just hearing the clatter from the world around him and the sounds in the parking lot, he knew every detail about the car. Still, he appreciated that rather than the assumption that he would figure it out. He kept his duffel bag on his shoulder as he found the door handle and followed her directions. He opened the door and slid into the car; keeping his bag in his lap. He let out a laugh at the offer. “I think we both know how that would turn out.”

[Nymph]

A giggle escaped her lips as he made the face and her eyes rolled. ”Just remember you don’t know me that well yet. Ask Paulie, he’ll be more than happy to tell you how annoying I can be. Now of course he’ll forget to tell you he usually starts it, but still he’ll be more than happy to embarrass the hell out of me in front of a good looking guy. Although come to think about it, you’d probably be the first good looking guy I’ve seen and he didn’t do anything. Think that means I’m safe or he’s just horny and wants to get to Sonya?” Either way she won’t put it past Paul to eventually do what he can to embarrass her in front of Matt, especially if he found out she thought Matt was good looking. Yup, the code of honorary big brothers dictates he makes her life hell. That being said the code of honorary little sisters dictates that she make him cringe, cry, whimper, and pop a vein with her antics so she guessed it all evened out in the end. Her head turned when he said he was probably at the wing. ”More than likely or the person behind you snored like a son of a bitch, or Paul fell asleep.” The smirk was in her voice and reiterated by the snicker that followed. ”Don’t tell him I said that, he’d try to kick my ass, and as an honorary little sister, I can’t let that happen. I don’t want to embarrass him in front of his friend.” The mischievous grin played along her features and a hint of ‘all in good fun’ evil laced her words.

Peyton almost dropped his hand when he flinched and swallowed a sigh. ”Couldn’t help it. You mentioned your hands and I was curious. You have nice hands.” She had let go and slid him a look. She had to be careful around this one. ”Anyone ever tell you that you have a great smile? “ She turned her head to look at him. ”Try being in the same room when they get like that. They forget you are there and get all… all…” She shuddered again. ”I’d rather watch the passionate stuff, but not that stupid baby talk crap or the practically having sex with their clothes on. I mean come on, add something to it, you know?” Yes, Peyton had no issues talking about things like this with anyone. Her only hope was if it made Matt uncomfortable that he’d tell her. A lot of people didn’t seem to understand the girl and the confidence that she held.

”Maybe we can just like order room service or pizza and catch a movie in one of our rooms. Just kind of take the rest of today to just chill and relax. Or you could just like… Chill on your own I mean it’s your vacation.” The fact that she was a bit flustered didn’t escape her but she wasn’t going to dwell on it right now. She slid into the driver’s side and headed to the hotel that came with the money. Paul might have said the money was for the room but he’d already paid and the cash was to keep them fed and having fun for a few days. ”Do you mind if I asked what happened?” She pulled onto the highway and started driving. She had the air off and the windows down unless he asked her to switch it she would leave it that way since it saved on gas. She smirked. ”I’m good with directions, could be fun. Maybe we can rent a dune buggy and you can go driving on the beach.” A little known fact about Paul and his family, due to how simple they lived, they were lo-o-o-oaded.

Finally, she pulled into the hotel and parked the car. ”He already made reservations and paid for the rooms. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that since the money he gave me is actually some food and play money. How much do you know about Paul and his family?” Peyton didn’t want to tell their secret if he didn’t know, but she also didn’t want him to worry about spending the money. Eventually, Paul was going to tell him and she wondered if that meant he wanted her to. She slipped out of the car and gave him the directions to get into the hotel. ”I’m gonna grab my stuff and get us signed in and stuff. You gonna be good getting in on your own? There’s a lot of beach bunnies around here eying you. Think you’ll be safe?” Her tone was teasing but she wasn’t lying, some of the older girls were checking him out. ”I’m going to touch you now.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. ”That was for your own good.” Her cheek was right against his when she winked so he could feel it. Then she was gone and running into the hotel.

Peyton got up to the counter and grinned. ”Murdock and Montoya, I believe we have reservations.” The man started looking through the computer list and nodded. ”Yes, right here Montoya-Murdock, room 625. Here are your keys, ma'am one for you and one for the mister.” Peyton nodded and waited to see what the other room number is. ”Yes, ma'am?” She blinked at the man and then looked down at the keys both of them said 625 on them. ”You just said room 625, where’s the key for the other room?” The man chuckled and shook his head. ”Just the one, ma'am. Room 625 one of our lovely honeymoon suites. By the way congratulations. ” The girl just turned on her heel and walked away from the desk. She was going to murder Paul in some of the most graphic and terrifying ways. There was only going to be one bed in that room and Lord only knew what else. What had he been thinking? Peyton looked to see how Matt was faring being the new guy in the neighborhood and if he made it inside without being molested. Funny but she never doubted that he would have trouble just because he was blind.