Page 35 of Something Forever

“It’s just so… cliche,” she says through her laughs. “So classic.”

With a groan, I turn on my heels and slam the door shut. “Come on. Let’s go downstairs. They obviously made a mistake. You did book double beds, right?”

“I told you. I would’ve booked two rooms, but this is our wedding weekend, sweetheart.”

“Cut it out,” I growl. “We’re getting a second room.”

“Obviously.”

We’re silent on the ride down, and I can tell she hates every moment of it.

There’s a line downstairs now, and it takes us a few minutes before we can talk to someone, who tells us that the hotel is completely sold out — because of course it is. I argue for a few minutes, and they offer to bring up a cot as soon as any come available, so we head upstairs, both more frustrated than ever.

When we get back to the room, Whitney drops her bag and crosses towards the bathroom.

“I’m gonna shower.”

“Cool.”

She closes the bathroom door, leaving me alone in the silent room. I fall back against the bed with a sigh. This trip is not going well so far. What’s next? An Elvis impersonator as our officiant?

How the hell am I supposed to share a bed with Whitney? As much as the girl drives me crazy, I’d be an idiot not to notice how sexy she is. She better wear a full PJ set. I usually sleep shirtless, but the idea of my bare chest pressing against her…

Fuck.

Pillow wall. That’s the only solution. We’ll have to cling to our sides like our life depends on it. There can be absolutely no touching, not after how my body reacted to our handholding on the plane. My pants were tightening just from rubbing circles on her bloody hand. What the hell is that about? One minute she’s Chore Wheel Girl with an orange juice obsession, the next she’s making my body react for the first time in months.

It’s not like there haven’t been opportunities to have sex. Women at the bar have propositioned me once or twice, but I just haven’t felt like it was worth it. Like I was worth it. So, I haven’t thought about it. But now…

I hear the shower turn off and sit up in bed. Shaking my head, I open my bag, pretending to unpack. There’s barely anything in there since we’re only here for the weekend, but I have nothing else to do, so I might as well pick a drawer. I hear the bathroom door open behind me and make the terrible mistake of turning at the sound.

Whitney is standing in front of me in nothing but a towel.

Holy shit.

Our gazes meet, and her eyes flare with something dangerous before she looks down.

“Forgot my stuff,” she mumbles and crosses over to her own bag before scurrying back into the bathroom.

There is no way I am going to survive this weekend.

14

WHITNEY

Staring at my reflection in the hotel bathroom mirror, I run my hands along my dress, spreading out the wrinkles. I’ve been hiding out in here for the past twenty minutes. I’ve already dried my hair, done all my makeup, and gotten dressed for the ceremony. Now I’m just stalling.

Liam knocks on the door. “You okay in there?”

I clear my throat. “Yep! Almost done!”

“Well, can you hurry? I’ve gotta piss.”

My fiancé, ladies and gentlemen.

When I come out, Liam is sitting on the bed scrolling on his phone. He tosses it to the side and glances in my direction before doing a full double take, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. The look sends a flush right through me.

He clears his throat and leans forward. “What, ah, are you wearing?”

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