chapter fourteen: hotel room (part one)

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CONTENT WARNING (CW): THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BRIEF MATURE CONTENT (sexually explicit scenes, sexually explicit dialogue)

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I walked into the hotel room with Dream close behind me- so close that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. We had already gotten the hotel key from Lisa earlier in the night, so we headed right up to the hotel room.


"What floor is it?" Dream asked.


I looked at the room key in my hand that was inside a small paper sleeve containing the room number and WiFi password.


"412...top floor." I said, grinning at Dream, who was walking alongside me.


When we arrived to room 412 we dropped our stuff at the entryway and checked out the room. It was gorgeous- nothing like I had imagined, but in a good way.


We had an ocean view with a small terrace heading off the far side of the bedroom, a bathroom with a shower big enough to fit probably eight people, and next to it a huge pure-white bathtub. 


It also had a living room with a desk, several  couches, and a TV- something that I assumed Dream and I wouldn't really be using tonight.


"I don't think I've been in a hotel room before that has a shower and a bathtub." Dream said. "It's weird now- going out after being faceless for years, finally being able to experience the world, you know. Or at least experience...Florida."


I laughed, walking to the front of the hotel room to gather our stuff and bring it over into the bedroom.


"Hey, Florida has a lot to offer. But it has you, so, I guess that's the only downfall." I joked.


"Excuse me! That's rude." Dream teased, shoving me lightly.


It was at this point where I fully took in all the accommodations of the room, and realized Lisa booked us a room with only one bed.


"Dream: Lisa knows." I said, eyeing the huge, pristinely made king-sized bed in front of us.


Dream furrowed his eyebrows. "Lisa knows what?"


"About us. Why would she book us a room with only one bed if she didn't know?" I said, flopping down on the bed, expecting Dream to join me.


I wasn't worried that Lisa knew, because I didn't really care, I just wanted to make Dream aware of it.


"Well, I did tell her we wanted to room together...that's kind of a hint in itself, to be fair." Dream replied.


I nodded, looking up at Dream from the bed.


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