Gwen began pacing in the hotel room, unable to focus on anything but when that door would have a knock upon its surface. With Finn fast asleep in a room he had for himself, the sound of Paw Patrol having knocked him out cold, Gwen was anxious to reunite with her true love. She herself, had been dressed in a one piece nightgown that accented her frame to a perfect understanding of her silhouette. The ruby read coloring of her nightgown had stood out upon her pale skin, while her perfectly soft skin, recently soothed with lotion, was ready to be embraced by Deacon’s touch. It had been three years since she had him in this way, and each second holding herself back in anticipation was truly torture for her; but as the time began to pass-she grew more and more worried that perhaps something had
