The Enchanted Ones

Stay

Everett

I'm staring at the size of our hotel room.

Actually, our bed.

One single bed.

Well, this is going to be fun.

"You have to be kidding me." She blurs out.

"Well, this was expected, we're here as a couple." I take her side profile in and oh my God she's gorgeous. I hate the fact she was angry at me these past few days. I couldn't bear not talking to her and not having her around. I'm starting to be addicted to her and it scares the shit out of me. She turns around with a glare,

"I am not sleeping with you."

"Woah, never had a lady say that one before." I chuckle and she hits me with a pillow she just picked from the bed. I catch it and throw it back at her, but I miss because she falls on the bed.

"This is too comfortable." She moans and turns to stare at the ceiling.

I walk closer and watch as she closes her eyes. Her eyelashes falling effortlessly on her eyelids, while her features soften and her lips pout without her actually realising it. God why does she have to be so beautiful? I swear, every time I see her I get the urge to fall to my knees for her.

God, the chokehold this woman has on me.

I sigh and walk away, "I'm going to take a shower."

And I do. A cold one. Because all I can think about is what happened at the flight. Fuck, I'm screwed.

The way she was looking at me as I sank to my knees, her eyes never leaving mine, the confidence she always has slowly vanishing. I'd do anything to touch her. But I can't. Because it's destroying me. Our bussines has made a lot of mistakes and I should not be distracted like this. Not over her. Because I hate her.

I should, but I don't.

But I do, because she's all I can fucking think about.

I wrap a towel and get out of the shower disappointed it didn't work. When I step out, I notice her trying to get comfortable on the couch and I frown.

"What are you doing?" At this, she jumps and turns around annoyed. But when she sees me her eyes drop to my torso, and down my v-line.

"It's showing, darling." I smile.

"What?" She looks up at me.

"Your fascination for me." I walk past her with a grin. I can practically feel her rolling her eyes at me.

"Sleep on that side. Oh now that I mention sleep, you're sleeping here." She pats the couch with a playful smile, "If you put your legs here," she positions her legs on the edge, "And turn a bit, it's comfy enough to sleep." She stands up, walks closer and pats my back, before walking past me into the room.

"I'm going to change, y'know."

She immediately walks out and I laugh, walk in the room and close the door behind me.

I don't want to sleep on the couch. I want to sleep on the bed.

With her.

I curse myself as I put my boxers on. What is wrong with me?

"Do you want me to unpack your suit?" She asks once I get out. I hum in response and get a glass of water from the mini kitchen. She frowns and turns around confused, "What's up?"

"Nothing, I just hope we make it."

"Out alive?" She chuckles.

Well, kind of.