We head over to the hotel front desk, and Soren says, "Hi. Do you have any vacancies? We'd like two rooms."
The hotel worker looks at her computer and says, "Unfortunately, we just have the one left. A few other guests had already grabbed the vacancies we had earlier."
"Oh, okay. We'll figure something out," Soren says, and I swear I can see his cheeks blushing underneath his silver beard.
Once we get the key, the two of us head to the elevators and go to the third floor. Our room is at the end of the hall, and when we open it, we see that it is cozy and nicely decorated, but small.
And there's only one bed.
6
Soren
Looking into the cozy hotel room, my heart sinks when I see that there's just one bed. Eyeing the couch facing the television, I say, "I'll sleep on the sofa."
"What?" Celia says with a laugh. "You're like six four. You can't fit on that."
"No, it's fine," I argue, but she shakes her head.
"I can take the couch."
"My mother will come down from the heavens and haunt me if I allow a woman to sleep on the couch while I am comfortable in a bed," I say, making her laugh.
"Alright. Fine. Well, we can share the bed and just stack some pillows between us or something."
She walks over to the closet and pulls out more linens and pillows.
"Are you sure?"
"One hundred percent," Celia says firmly. "You, Soren, are not sleeping on that couch."
While she sets up the bed, she says, "And actually, we're going to have to do this at my place, anyway. When Aunt Griselda stays there, she's going to expect us to share a room."
I feel heat traveling from my neck up to my cheeks when I nod.
"Yeah. I guess you're right."
It takes me a while to fall asleep lying next to the curvy beauty. Although there is the separation between us, I can still sense her body heat and smell her perfume where I lie. With my cock continuously twitching with desire also does not help matters, and it's not until well past midnight when sleep finally takes me.
Sitting across from my lovely fake fiancée, I laugh when she steals a potato off my plate.
"Oh, these are good," Celia says, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. "They seasoned them perfectly."
"You can have more if you want, but I demand some pancakes," I say.
"Have at it," she says, spearing three more breakfast potatoes.
When our coffee is refilled, the server tells us, "We just got word that the road has been plowed. So you can leave whenever you want."
"Awesome," Celia says. "Thanks."
I look over at her, my heart racing when I see her staring at me.
"This was quite a little adventure we had," she says with a soft smile.
"Yep. Definitely helped us get to know each other better, that's for sure."
An hour later, I drop her off in front of her cabin. She glances at me with a look I cannot read.
