Page 18 of Revival

I swallow thickly. “I know.”

I need an out. I need to escape before Spencer sees how affected I am. My legs shake as I turn us around back to the villa.

“This is the bedroom.” I step through another open wall from the outside, the collapsible sides retracted. I could literally lay in bed at night and feel the ocean breeze while looking at the stars. “This is…” I stop short.

“There’s only one bed,” Spencer says.

I look at him in horror. “If you think I’m going to be okay sleeping next to you, get that idea out of your head right now.”

He bites his lip, and I ignore how good he looks doing it. “It’s pretty big. Looks like a king.”

“No way. Order yourself a rollaway.”

“For our honeymoon?”

“I think I might actually hate you.” I spin around, looking for a place to hide, or I don’t know,scream, but stop shortagain.

“I wonder who thought that was a good idea?”

The shower looks like an aquarium tank situated in the center of the room. It’s a complete cylinder of glass. Not even the frosted kind that blocks out some of what’s behind it. This is like looking through a windowpane, nary a curtain in sight.

Closing my eyes, I suck in a slow breath. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? Kitten, the shower is in the middle of the bedroom.”

“It’s not a big deal because you can just leave while I shower.”

Spencer walks around me and runs his hand along the doorway separating the bedroom from the other space. “Another collapsible wall. We’ll just close this for some privacy.”

“No. I’m not taking a shower in this thing with you on the other side of a cardboard wall.”

He knocks on the wood. “It’s hardly cardboard.”

“I’m not doing it. There are plenty of lounge chairs far away from here for you to relax so I can shower in peace.”

“Well, I don’t mind ifyousit in the other room whileIshower.”

“Gold star for you, Spence. I prefer my privacy.”

A knock on the door halts the argument.

Spencer strides across the suite and opens the door. Our butler, Agustin, waits patiently with our luggage.

“Perfect timing. I was just about to shower.”

I’m pretty sure my lip curls involuntarily. The moment the door clicks shut on Agustin, I say, “I do not find you funny.”

“I’m pretty sure you do.” Spencer wheels our bags into the bedroom.

“Thanks, now you can go.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’ll meet you for dinner.”

“What if I wanted to clean up?”

“I’m sure a dip in the ocean would suffice.”

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