Page 62 of Attached At Heart
“We’re almost there,” Blake said, a soft reassurance as he loaded my bag into the back of the Uber.
“I can’t wait.”
Smiling, I slid into the back of the car and tapped my toes eagerly as the driver took off.
“So I got a message from our rental host,” Blake said once we were on our way, and I tensed, immediately sensing something was wrong. His tone was hesitant, which was unusual for him. “There was some flooding at the place I booked, so they moved us to a different property. The home is upgraded and seaside, and they also gave us a discount for the inconvenience.”
“Okay.” I glanced over at him, confused by his tone. “That’s…good, right?”
I didn’t know much about the place that Blake had booked for us to stay originally. He’d insisted on taking care of it, which had been fine with me as long as he allowed me to contribute to the cost.
“Yeah.” He didn’t sound convincing. “There’s just one thing.”
I chewed on my bottom lip, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“There’s only one bedroom.”
Of course.
“And only one bed?”
Blake pursed his lips and nodded.
“Is there a couch?”
“It looks like it,” he said. “Based on the pictures, there’s a good-sized one in the living room. I can sleep there.”
I gave him a sharp look, which he actively avoided.
“You can’t sleep on the couch for the whole trip.”
Another shrug. “Not a big deal. There isn’t really another option, and we aren’t herethatlong.”
He was right; we’d only been able to get a handful of days off for the trip considering how last minute it was. But we both knew there was another option.
We could share the one bedroom.
And the one bed.
“How big is the bed?”
I mean, if it was king-sized, we could probably share it without any problems. Right? I could take one side, and he could take the other. There’d be an ocean of space between us. It didn’t need to be weird. Blake and I had napped together before. We’d fallen asleep on the couch after I forced him to watch the best movie in cinematic history, the same one I’d watched that night with Bryan, akaThe Lizzie McGuire Movie.
This was basically the same thing.
Blake’s eyes finally skated to meet mine, and I realized that no, it was not basically the same thing. Falling asleep on each other’s shoulders accidentally wasn’t the same as planning to sleep together. Of course. That was why it was different.
That…or maybe it was the kiss.
The kiss that had been really so good, something I realized more and more every time I thought about it.
Not that I thought about it often.
Regardless, that kiss had made me more aware of Blake and every moment of our proximity than ever before. Had it made him more aware, too? He didn’t act like it before, but now, I couldn’t be sure. His jaw ticked, and his eyelids grew heavy as he considered my question. The air between us in the Uberthickened, and I cleared my throat in an attempt to make the closeness more bearable.
It didn’t. But it got Blake to respond.
“I’m not sure,” he said, but his tone made me think sharing a bed was not within his comfort zone.
