Page 62 of Darn Knit All

“What did you order?” she asked, and I could hear her fiddling with her suitcase.

“Pizza.” I cleared my throat, knowing I’d have to come clean. “Mai?”

“Mm?”

I swallowed and slowly turned to see her sorting through her things on the hotel floor. She wore a fluffy white robe that engulfed her, and on her feet were two tiny white slippers.

You have to be honest. Admit your trespasses and then ask for forgiveness.

Pulling up my big boy pants, I opened my mouth to do just that.

“Do you think they’ll have actual food tomorrow?” Mai asked, pulling her toiletry bag from the depths of her suitcase.

“Probably. Mai, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Is it about the bed? I’ve already decided I’ll sleep on the floor.”

I jerked. “You will not.”

She waved a dismissive hand, still digging through her things. “It’s not a big deal. I’ve slept in worse places.”

I glanced at the bed. “We’ll both be sleeping on the mattress. It’s comfortable and gigantic. There’s no need for either of us to get a restless sleep and put our game in jeopardy.”

She glanced up, her cheeks flushed. “Damn, you’re right.” She sighed. “I guess we’ll just have to hope one of us doesn’t snore.”

I snorted. “Babe, I already know you snore.”

She tossed a sock at me. “No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“How would you even know that?”

I lifted my hand, ticking off the ways on my finger. “Let’s see, camping, vacations, that time you passed out on Ren’s couch after breaking up with the she-witch.”

Her lips twisted on that unpleasant memory. “Drunk snoring doesn’t count.”

“Oh, it does.” I kept going. “Every time we go on a road trip, and you fall asleep within three hours of us starting?—”

“I do not!”

“—the fact you slept on my shoulder on the plane.”

She stuck out her tongue at me. “At least tell me I’m a cute snorer.”

“Adorable,” I agreed solemnly.

She chuckled, returning to her bag-digging. “What were you going to say?”

I glanced at the now-dark wall, briefly wondering if I could just avoid the whole conversation.

No way, pal.

“The wall is see-through.”

Mai lifted a dress from her suitcase. “What wall?”

“The bathroom wall.” I gestured at the glass. “Well, not exactly see-through so much as it’s….”

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