Page 85 of The Heir's Bargain

When I still hadn’t moved, Fynn shook his head with an exasperated sigh. "I can see that this bothers you. I'll ask one of the staff members if another room is available."

I nodded but then froze once I recalled what the doorman had said when I arrived.

"There's no point," I said with a groan. "There are no rooms left."

Fynn's hand fell from the door. "I'll sleep on the floor then."

Placing a hand on my hip, I asked, gaze narrowed at his back, "Have you ever slept on the floor, Fynn?"

He turned. "No, but?—"

"But," I said, interrupting, "it's not comfortable. I am not going to make you sleep on the floor. I will."

Fynn snorted, folding his arms over his chest and stepping forward. "Over my dead body, Ferrios."

"Fine," I said, nibbling on my nails as I stared at the bed. It was just one night. "We'll share the bed."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I shifted on my feet, unsure if I was sure or not about it. But either way, it was too late. A decision had been made.

Fynn took several steps forward, his shoes light on the floor yet heavy in my mind. "But I'm so me," he whispered, his words sweeping across my skin like a breeze.

A small smile cracked through the panic.

I quickly shook it away.

"We're both tired. Let's just get some rest," I said.

More steps.

"If you insist."

The click of the lock ripped through the room, and suddenly, the room felt too small to breathe despite its grandeur size.

"Do you want to change first?" Fynn asked.

"No." I waved him off. "You can. I'm going to open some windows. It's rather stuffy in here."

Fynn nodded. He removed his shoes, scuffing the toes as he did so. He tossed them out of the way of the door, and they landed with a thunk. Grabbing his bag, he headed into the adjoined bathing chambers. The door clicked shut behind him.

Through the door, I could hear the soft patter of his feet against the tile floor. Then, the thud of clothes hitting the ground.

Sweat licked my skin.

It might have been the shortest night of the year, but tonight was going to feel like the longest.

I pushed open a window, letting the night breeze rush in.

The Cunningway's manor was on the west side of the kingdom. In the distance, waves crashed against the cliffs surrounding Pontia.

I dug my fingers through my hair and lifted the curls off my neck. Yet, despite the mist in the air, the breeze did little to cool my skin.

"What are we doing?" I whispered as I stared out the window. The sea sparkled with the stars, and the full moon’s reflection spilled across the water's surface. "This is insane. This is a?—"

"Did you say something?" Fynn asked, the door creaking open.

I spun around, releasing my hair. My back hit the windowsill, and the curtain rod rattled above me. "I was admiring the view."

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