"Did you not bring pajamas?"

Thomas looks down as if he hadn't noticed it before, looks back up, and shrugs. "I don't need them. It's hot as hell in here."

"Hot as h— are you crazy? It's almost freezing!"

"Freezing?" He repeats. "I don't think I'm the crazy one."

I swear, that air conditioning is so cold that it sends shivers down my spine now and then. Goosebumps are literally sitting on my skin.

Because I only brought shorts and tops. Even my pajamas aren't warm enough... as they're also just a pair of shorts and a top. 

I walk over to the air conditioning and turn it a little hotter. "There."

Other than this little issue, the house is perfect, though. It only has one floor. There's a kitchen, tiny living room, a great bathroom, and a bedroom with an enormous, perfect bed. It's almost better than my bed at home.

The only thing is the temperature and the kind of clothes we brought. Thomas does not seem to mind, because he doesn't get cold that fast in the first place. I do get cold easily.

At home, we don't have this issue because I have warmer pajamas there. Plus, the air conditioning has been set cold the whole day. It can't warm up in just five minutes.

"Do we have multiple blankets?" I ask. "I can take a thick one and you a thin one."

He looks around. "Doesn't seem like it. I'll ask them tomorrow. I don't mind sleeping under the warm one with you for one night."

"You sure?"

"Mhm. Let's go."

We bury ourselves below the sheets. The mattress sinks down with our weight, that's how soft it is. One benefit about the cold airconditioning is that my pillow is also cold right now.

"What're we doing tomorrow?" I ask, facing him so I can look him right in the eyes.

"I don't know yet. All I did was book this house," he tells me.

"Oh. Eh... we should probably look online for some things." I take my phone off the nightstand and search 'Mykonos activities'.

After a while of scrolling, my mouth is wide open.

"What?"

"It's so expensive," I peep. "At least eighty euros per activity, per person."

"Oh." He peeks at the screen, alarmed. "I don't think I have much money left to pay for that."

I swallow away a lump in my throat. Suddenly, this whole trip doesn't sound as fun— or is that being ungrateful? We've got a house and a bubble bath and a public pool. The weather is decent. We don't need anything else. I just thought we'd learn some more things about the culture.

"I don't know how much I have," I murmur. "Probably enough to pay for two or three things. But what about dinners?"

"There's a restaurant in the middle of these villas. Breakfast is free; comes with the villa."

"We'll buy some more groceries than planned. Cook our own stuff every night instead of every other one," I say.

I am one hundred percent sure he told me we would go to a restaurant every other night.

...or ninety-nine percent.

"Good idea," he comments. A slight furrow in his brows then appears. "I'm not extremely good at cooking, though. It might be microwave meals."

"I can cook," I say, voice now way too high-pitched.

Thomas nods. "Okay, awesome. I'm not sure if lunch comes with the villa."

"I'll make that, too," I assure fast.

"And the laundry. They're not going to do that for us."

"Yes, yes, I'll do the laundry, too."

I can feel my anxiety rise as we try to make sense of the situation. I don't want to do laundry on vacation and especially not when that vacation is a birthday present.

"Well," I begin, trying to sound as cheerful as possible, "at least we have the free breakfast."

"Yes. And we can always explore the area on foot. Won't cost us anything."

"True. Walking is great to see everything," I agree.

For one night! Not many hours every day, right? We can just take some walks at night, but that's all I feel like doing. We probably aren't even allowed to enter anything without money. All we'll be able to do is see the beautiful outsides of stores and churches and cafes.

"And we can make up our activities, of course. Like building sandcastles, beach volleyball with strangers..."

"I guess so. Okay, good night for now. We'll figure it out tomorrow."

I turn away from him, closing my eyes immediately. The lump in throat makes me want to cry. If he'd tell me to talk right now, I'll probably burst out.

Which is awful. He paid all this money for a good house. I can't be sad we don't have any activities to do. This house is enough.

Though I'd enjoy an horrible bed but amazing activities better.

"Sage." He taps my shoulder. "I forgot one last thing."

I sniff. "What?"

"The fact that you're really easy to prank."

Blinking, I process his words. "What?"

"Oh, I might've also forgotten I signed up for some activities. Let's see..." He pulls out his phone. "Wow, a museum. I don't think I remember booking you a spa appointment... huh, a bus tour?"

I spin around to look at him. "You did book activities?"

With a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, he sighs out, "Apparently. I totally forgot!"

"Forgot?" I repeat. "You knew all this time. Oh, I hate you."

He bursts out smiling. "Don't worry, honey. There are a lot of things we'll be doing the following days."

Excitement replaces the disappointment I felt a few seconds ago. "Really?" I nearly start kicking with my feet. "You're not kidding this time?"

"No. And I promise you won't have to cook or do any laundry," he says. "Oh, wait, you do have to cook once. We have a cooking class."

"You're awful." I push his shoulder. "Don't make jokes like that."

"Hello? Have I been such a bad boyfriend that you thought all I'd do was book this place?"

"No. That's why I was so disappointed." The urge to hit him in the face but to also kiss him all over his face is clearly there. "Don't do that again."

"I won't," he promises. "Oh, I haven't planned anything on your birthday, though. One thing, but that's a secret. Tell me what you want to do during the day."

My stomach does a flip at thinking of what he could've planned. A dinner? Date on the beach? What did he arrange?

"I'd like to call my family and yours in the morning. Perhaps some friends," I summarize. "Then we eat breakfast. We can go shopping after that. We eat lunch somewhere, then we go to the beach. At night, dinner. But it all depends on what you've got planned and at what time that is."

"We can do everything you just said," he assures, "and the thing I planned."

"Perfect." I kiss his forehead. Then his nose. Then I give up and just kiss him all over his face. "I no longer hate you."

"You never really hated me, did you?"

I smile. "Just for a second. So don't pull things like that again."

"And what if it wasn't a joke?"

"You're Thomas and you wouldn't do that to me. Never in your lifetime will things like that be true."

"I like that thought." He wraps his arms around me. They're almost burning hot against mine. "I'm gonna sweat do death tonight. Wishing you luck."

I shrug, unbothered. "If you really need the air conditioning lower, tell me."

"Nope. This is your week. I'll just get away from the blanket if I'm dissatisfied."

"Don't make yourself uncomfortable for me," I say sternly. "Not a single moment this week."

"Got it."

My phone pings. I cast a look at Thomas, then take it off the nightstand again.

FAMILY LEE

MOM: Hi.
Is everything okay there?
Don't forget to text.

ME: Heyhey, we're fine.
*click to download picture*

FINN: no one wanted to see you two lying in bed together

MINHO: *gif*

MOM: Minho.

FINN: HAHAHAH

ME: shut up

A gif showing a pack of condoms.