Aitana really was adorable. Alex felt an almost irresistible urge to pinch those soft, round cheeks.
He’d never liked skinny women. He preferred curves, softness—women like Aitana.
Grandma always said girls with a little fullness were blessed.
Elian raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Really? You don’t want to change rooms?”
“Nope,” Alex said firmly. “I’m staying right here.”
Elian shrugged. “Your choice—as long as you don’t mind the noise.”
Aitana spoke up. “The little girl in the other bed is very sweet. She’s quiet, and her parents speak softly, so they won’t disturb you.”