There's only one bed.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Ivy says.
I check the room number. Check the key. It's definitely our room and there's definitely only one king-sized bed.
"I'll go back to the desk," I say immediately. "Get this fixed?—"
"They're fully booked. I heard the desk clerk say so when we checked in." Ivy drops her bag. "This is the only room available."
We stare at each other. At the bed. At the impossible situation we're in.
"I'll sleep on the floor," I offer.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's a huge bed. We're both adults. We can share without making it weird."
"Are you sure?"
"Do I look like I have a choice?" She starts unpacking her things with sharp, angry movements. "Just stay on your side. Don't talk to me and absolutely do not make this into something it's not."
"I won't. I promise."
"You keep promising things. Let's see if you can actually follow through this time."
The barb hits its mark, but I deserve it.
So I just nod and start unpacking my own stuff, trying not to think about the fact that I'm going to spend the next two nights sleeping three feet away from Ivy Chen.
The girl I'm still in love with.
Who hates me more than anyone else in the world.
This is going to be the longest two nights of my life.
Chapter 9
Ivy
The bed is massive,but it somehow feels too small.
We've established a demilitarized zone down the middle, pillows as a barrier, blankets carefully divided. I'm on the left side, he's on the right, and there's approximately three feet of space that neither of us will cross.
It's ridiculous. We're adults. We can share a bed platonically for two nights.
Except I'm hyperaware of every sound he makes. Every breath. Every shift of the mattress.
"You still awake?" His voice cuts through the darkness.
"Unfortunately."
"Can't sleep?" He asks.
"Hard to sleep when I'm on high alert for boundary violations."
"I'm not going to touch you, Ivy."
"Good. Because I have pepper spray in my bag."
"Jesus. You really think I'd—" He stops. "Never mind. I deserve that."