Page 133 of The Rookie

I frown. "What?"

"This room smells like sex." He gives me a pointed look. "Like…a lot of sex."

I snort, but it’s short-lived, because—holy shit, he’s right.

It does.

Like wrecked furniture, tangled sheets, and bad decisions.

We spring into action.

We throw open the windows.

We gather every towel, every sheet, and throw them into a pile.

I spray my perfume everywhere like that’ll help.

When we realize there is no way we’re going to be able to have Cassie come in this room and not know what we’ve been up to, Griffin actually goes downstairs and requests a new room,using the excuse that "ours smells weird and we had plumbing issues."

The front desk is confused as hell, but they don’t ask too many questions.

Dr. Peterson frowns when she sees us moving our stuff.

"Why are you two changing rooms?" she asks, clearly suspicious.

Avery doesn’t miss a beat. "Plumbing."

Dr. Peterson squints. "What kind of plumbing issues?"

Griffin hesitates for half a second too long.

I cut in smoothly. "The toilet was making weird noises."

Dr. Peterson still looks skeptical, but she sighs. "I swear, this trip has been nothing but logistical nightmares."

She walks off, muttering about the hotel staff.

Griffin shoots me a look, barely holding back laughter. "Good cover, Sinclair."

I smirk, grabbing the last of our bags.

"Right back at you, Knox."

We finish moving everything, dragging our bags into the fresh, clean, untainted new room.

And just like that—we’ve erased every trace of what happened here.

Or at least, we’ve tried.

I know this is it.

The last time.

One more night, one more reckless decision, one more way to ensure I never stop thinking about him.

And yet—I’m still not ready to let him go.

After doing a final sweep of our “old” room, we head out to the balcony for a moment, and I stand at the edge of the railing, my palms resting against the cool railing, the city sprawling out below us, twinkling and vibrant.

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