Page 15 of Lost in You (Flirting with Forever 1)

He spins around to face me, and I sidle up close to him, hiking up on my toes so I can keep my voice low. “I didn’t know what to say when my cousin asked me about room accommodations.”

Shawn tucks his head down next to mine, his warm breath right at my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe and making me tingle in places I shouldn’t. “Whatever is fine. We’ll figure it out.” His face nuzzles against my neck for about two seconds longer than I would have thought was appropriate. When he shifts his body, he leans in and touches his forehead to mine. “Come on, babe. Let’s get checked in.” His eyes lock on mine, a certain twinkle in them making me sure he’s doing this for the lady’s benefit, but it sets my insides to dancing just the same. He puts an arm around me, his hand at the small of my back, and guides me back over to her.

I give her a tentative smile. “Sorry. I’m Madison Green. We’re here for the Graves wedding.”

With a warm smile, she chirps, “Yes, sweetie, I have a room set aside for you.” She coughs delicately. “I’d say I’m sorry it’s a double bed and not a queen or king,” she covers her mouth for a second, looking up at Shawn, “but I don’t think I’d mind, if I were you.” At that, the woman giggles behind her hand like it’s her job.

Shawn coughs to cover a laugh. “I’m sure we’ll be fine in any room you have for us. Thank you.”

“The room is already paid for, so you’re all set.” She reaches behind her to snag a key off the wall and a small basket from the counter behind her. “Here we are. Here’s your key. Sorry we’re old-fashioned here, and this is a little thank you from the bride and groom.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Shawn graciously takes the key from her, and I accept the basket.

“You kids have fun now.” She giggles again and looks Shawn up and down. Again. “Number eight. Second floor, the room at the end of the hall on the right.”

Shawn and I exchange a grin and head for the stairs. Once we’ve made our way to the second floor, we take one look at each other and can’t contain ourselves any longer. We chuckle all the way to the end of the hall.

“Wow. You weren’t kidding about making all the ladies jealous, were you?” I cover my mouth to try to stop more laughter from rippling from me. “My abs are sore from laughing so much.”

He winks at me as he slides the key into the lock and lets us in. “Well, then I’m feeling pretty secure in my new job right now.”

“Which job is that? The fake boyfriend?”

“Nope. Personal ab trainer.”

Mm. He can be my personal ab trainer any day of the week. I snicker, “Right. Well, just remember it’s the other job I’m more interested in you excelling at.”

“Don’t worry. I excel at just about everything I do.”

I don’t doubt him for a second. I glance over my shoulder and catch his smirk as I walk into the small room, but my legs practically buckle as my gaze shifts back around and lands on the tiniest bed I’ve ever seen.

Behind me, Shawn coughs then sputters, “That’s supposed to be a bed for two people?” He edges in behind me with our bags, setting them down. He straightens before turning to shut the door behind us with a soft click. It may as well have been a clap of thunder. My head whips around at the sound of it, my chest tightening.

Shawn’s gaze bounces from me to the bed and back again. His voice is husky when he speaks again. “I guess that’s why the lady at check-in was so amused. That kind of bed requires a lot of spooning.” A rough chuckle tumbles out of him.

“Or snuggling,” I whisper. Then louder, “Um. You can have the bed. I dragged you here.” My teeth tug my lower lip into my mouth.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.”

My eyes flick to his. “But—”

He shakes his head. “Nope. There are only two ways this goes and neither one involves you sleeping on the floor.” He crosses his arms in front of him, a stance I take to mean that I’m not supposed to argue. It also shows off his muscular forearms, complete with veins popping.

I’m only human. Yep, I’m totally looking.

I blink once, then again while I stare at his arms, trying to make sense of what he’s just said. “So, I sleep in the bed, or …?”

His brow goes up, and his deep blue eyes bore into mine.

“Oh. Oh.” I swallow hard, my throat suddenly feeling very thick, like all my words will get stuck there if I try to say more. I don’t think an hour has gone by since starting this road trip where Shawn hasn’t made me blush one way or another. My palms dampen with sweat at the thought.

He husks out, “I’ll take the floor, like I’ve always intended, Madison. It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay.” I glance down at my feet. Breathe, Madison. “I’m just going to hang up my dress and put some things into drawers. I’m not a fan of living out of a suitcase.”

“Right. I’ll get my suit and other things out, too. Then what do you say we go find dinner?”

I look back up to see him studying me, head tilted to the side.

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