Lark and Max entered the small office space in the hotel room and waited for Oona to arrive.
“What was your dad telling you off for?” Lark asked him quietly.
“For breaking the bed. Housekeeping complained we broke the headboard in the room.”
“Max, you yanked the handcuffs through the wooden bar,” she mocked him.
“I needed to touch.” He whispered back, “you felt incredible.”
“Shut up! My father is right outside the door.”
“Yeah, well he’s probably being told by my father it was you who handcuffed me to the bed.”
Her face turned fuchsia at Max’s words. “Wait, you told him what we were doing?”
“I told him you handcuffed me to the bed and were being naughty and I needed to get free any way possible, so I yanked my arms through the cheap ass bed he allowed his hotel manager to stock the
