"Did you plan this?" I turned, focusing my attention to Cole.
"Would you like it if I said I did?" He asked, forcing himself to not grin.
"I'm serious, Cole. What the hell?"
He raised up his hands. "Okay! No I didn't plan this. And there's nothing we can do now."
I scoffed, running my hands through my hair.
Cole turned to me, calm. “Fine with you?”
No, not at all. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”
He grabbed the keycard from me. “Good. Let's go.”
I faced the receptionist. "Thank you," I added with a nod and followed him silently, heat prickling under my skin. One room. One bed. One Cole.
This was a disaster.
We stepped inside. The room was modern—sleek, beige walls, soft lighting, a massive king bed dead center. My eyes went straight to it.
Cole tossed his bag on the chair. “You okay?”
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