Contrary to what my holding on to every bit of hope brain still wished for, there is only one bed in this room. A very large bed that could probably fit two sumo wrestlers quite comfortably, but still one bed.
There are a number of indicators that someone actually slept in this room. I see a book on the bedside table in a language that looks like French and a charger dangling from the power outlet. A large bag that practically screams expensive is set on a sofa. Of course, it is, designer items like this, embossed with the iconic LV don’t just lay on the floor.
I eye the sofa and two chairs that are clearly here only for decoration purposes and I mentally do a happy dance. No matter how uncomfortable that thing looks, I am glad to have an excuse not to take over the man’s bed. Though I
