Sasha Morden

She'd seen the look and a small part of her brain had lit up at that. Normally, she thought possessive, jealous boyfriends were ridiculous and cliche, yet, when he got that look in his eye over her... that part squeed.

Walking into the hotel, she had him wait further down the desk as she went over and registered for the honeymoon suite, which, thankfully, was available. Ten minutes later, she had the keycard in her hand and a nervous fluttering in her stomach. "Shall we?" she asked, tipping her head over at the elevator.