Page 7 of Until We Kiss

I laugh. “I guess it kinda does.”

His arms grip me tighter. “I wanna see one.”

“Me too.”

We both shiver, and my heart gives out a thump—trying to get my body warm. Right?

“We should go,” I say. “My balls are pea sized.”

He laughs as he releases me. “Sounds cute. Come on. Our room’s probably waiting for us.”

Dorian was right, it’s way too fucking cold. Clua’s tropical, and the ocean is pretty warm, but there’s still a breeze and our bodies are all messed up from leaving the frigid cold, to the airplane, to here. Regardless, I’m shaking like a bowl of Jell-O while we check into our two rooms, Carter talking to the person behind the desk because he’s the one who organizedallof this. Honestly, I didn’t do much.

I don’t know why. I just couldn’t get my head into it.

I’m still shivering as we walk down a pathway between sharp white flowers, incandescent in the moonlight, until we reach a building that’s ours and step into an open air hallway.

Carter thumps behind me, his roll aboard somehow ramming into the walls—on both sides—his voice echoing as he shouts to Rory and Dorian before they head to their room across the way. I’m sure everyone in a half-mile radius can hear him. He’s so damn much, sometimes.

I swing open the door, gripping my keycard.

The room is dark with just a trace of moonlight shining through the sliding door to my left. My teeth are chattering, my over-full duffle weighty on my shoulder, water dripping onto the floor.

I stop.

I stare at the room.

Wait… There’s only one…

“Heyyyy,” Carter says as he muscles, taking up more than his share of the entryway. “This is fantastic!”

He flicks the light switch on, and I blink.

There’s only onebed.

One.

King size, but still…. One. Singular. Bed.

Shit.

I can’t…

“Are you sure this is our room?”

He grins, dimple popping, eyes lighting. “One-oh-six?” He dumps his suitcase on the floor. “Yep, totally us. Oh shit, look at that view!” He’s already halfway across the room, leaving a track of damp carpet behind him. “We can eat breakfast on that little patio thing out there.” He cranes his neck to see out the sliding glass door into the darkness beyond. Moonlight illuminates the big, leafy trees with more of those white flowers, like ghosts in the dark.

It’s a nice room. The entire villa is brand new. Smells new, feels new, looks new. New ivory-colored carpeting that Carter is currently breaking in. And a weirdly colored new pinkish-beige couch, with lots of wrinkles in the cushions.

The bed is probably new too. Mattress firm. Sheets crisp and clean.

Surely, they have rooms withtwonew beds.

“I was thinking more about…” I lick my shivering lips. “There’s only one bed, man.”

“Ohhh yassss.” He spins to me, rubbing at his biceps like he’s cold too. “Did I forget to mention that? It waswaycheaper.” He nods toward the couch. “That sofa looks like a giant ballsack.”

I blink at it. “I guess it does.”

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