Magic Hearts

Welcome to New York

Avangilene P.O.V.

Ember lead us to some super fancy french hotel that I can't pronounce the name of let alone remember. We sat in the lobby, and there were two men with black suits and sunglasses carrying our stuff. They almost looked like the men in black we were running from, but the suits were different and Ember trusted them.

"You'll be staying here for only one night to catch up on sleep and energy. Tomorrow we'll pick you up in a limo to the training arena and your new room. Flynn, everything in your room has been left the same," Ember informed us.

"What time do we need to be ready by?" I asked, still unsure about everything.

"Flynn will wake you up on time. Oh, and your car will be parked in a secret garage that the agency owns," she reminded.

"Oh, okay," I sighed, a little disappointed that I couldn't drive Bumblebee.

"Hey, don't look so upset, you get to stay with me," Flynn winked at me, then lowered his head so his lips were touching my ear. His breath sent shivers down my spine. "I still remember what you owe me," he whispered.

"Shut up," I murmured, flicking his forehead.

Ember just gave us a knowing look.

"Well, I guess I'll just leave you two alone to pick up where you left off," she smirked, winking at me. She started to walk away, then looked over her shoulder at us. "The condoms are in the top shelf of the nightstand," she called.

I'm pretty sure my face was as red as a brick.

I carefully avoided Flynn's gaze as we stood up in the lobby, and I decided to stare at my Vans clad feet.

"I know you have naturally rosy cheeks, but I've never seen you this red," he chuckled, causing my face to redden even more. "You're almost as red as those shoes you're looking so intently at,"

"Well I'm glad you find entertainment in my misery," I muttered bitterly, making my palm smack my forehead in embarrassment. Unexpectedly, Flynn's arm snaked around my waist as he guided us to our room. The heat from it spreading up to my face making it redder if possible.

"No it's not that. You're just adorable when you're embarrassed," he stated seriously. I removed my palm from my forehead to look into his forest green eyes. He was giving me a lazy smile that made my heart pick up.

"Really?" I asked, uncertainty clear in my voice.

His smile widened as he said, "Really,"

We walked to the room in a comfortable silence, and we finally reached the door. Flynn put his hand on the door knob, and gave me a dazzling smile. "Welcome to whatever-the-french-word-is-for 'our room',"

He opened the door and we both stood side by side in awe if the room.

"Mon dieu," I gasped.

The first thing I noticed when I walked in was the living room, there were 2 love seats and a sofa that surrounded a mahogany coffee table. The carpet was white and plush that felt like memory foam. The curtains were a deep maroon and had white flowers stitched into the fabric. A couple feet away was a set of double french doors that lead out to a balcony. I turned my head to the left and saw a complete set of kitchen utilities. I turned my head to the right and saw another set of double doors that probably lead to the bedroom.

I allowed myself to look at Flynn and he was just as amazed as me.

"Let's go check out the bedroom," he suggested.

I followed him into the room, and I was welcomed by the sight of the bed. It was king sized. With a fluffy comforter that followed the same theme as the curtains in the living room. There were about a million pillows on it, with different fabrics and patterns, but following the same color scheme as the rest of the bed.