Page 67 of Bad at Love

He thinks about it for a moment and says, “Okay.”

“Okay as in…”

“I’ll go.”

“You’ll go?” I say way too excitedly.

“Why not?”

“Hell yes, Gabe!” I squeeze his face and give him a big smacking kiss on the cheek. “Let’s go, you’ve gotta pack.”

He gets out of bed. “I need a plane ticket.”

“I’ll handle that. You go get yourself packed—and hurry up. We have to leave in twenty minutes.”

While he’s packing, I look up tickets on my flight, and don’t you know it? The seat beside mine is open. Now we’ll both get to enjoy flying first classtogether.

I order an Uber and check on Gabriel, who, surprisingly, is coming out of his room with a suitcase.

“I’m impressed,” I say.

He gives me a small smile. “Not in the mood to care about anything right now.”

“Fair.” I grab my suitcase from the closet. I’d packed everything yesterday.

With one more look through the house to make sure everything is locked and no appliances are on, we head outside to wait for the car. We don’t hit any traffic on the way to the airport. Before I know it, we’re boarding the plane and getting comfortable in our seats.

For nearly two months, I’ve spent every night under the same roof as Gabriel, so why do I have butterflies in my stomach over this upcoming weekend?

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Gabriel

I put my suitcase down, thoroughly exhausted, and stare at the bed. Theonebed.

“Yeah, about that…” Storm begins, stopping beside me. He’s as tired as I am, by the looks of him.

I shake my head. “I’m too tired to care.”

Shuffling over to the bed, I sit to take my shoes off. It takes much longer than normal because I don’t have the strength to move quickly.

“You forgot to mention we were coming to Hawaii,” I add.

“You didn’t ask.” Storm smirks, putting his bag in the corner before sitting on the bed and taking his shoes off, then getting down to his briefs. I dig out my pajamas and go into the bathroom to change.

The place is clean, very nice, very high end. I’m sure everything on this island is expensive.

“Do I want to know how much this place costs?” I ask as I walk back into the bedroom. Normally, I’d feel weird sharing a bed with someone. But I really am too tired to care. I’ll deal with the weird feelings in the morning. Or maybe they won’t come because this is Storm and we’ve done more personal things than sharing a bed.

“Not much,” he answers.

“Really? I thought it would be expensive. It’s very nice.” I pull the blankets down and slide in. The mattress and sheets are so soft.

“Not much in comparison, I should say,” he adds.

I turn on my side to face him. “Just tell me.”

“Don’t remember.”

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