ʚɞ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬 - 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 ʚɞ

11 | i know it won't work

The traveling went on pretty smoothly. We slept through the entire flight, ordered a taxi, and arrived at the hotel without any issues. But then we hit our first snag at the check-in desk.

"Jake and Sava? Room for two?" the receptionist asked, sounding disinterested as she glanced up from her computer.

"Yes, two beds, right?" I asked, wanting to be sure. The receptionist gave me a strange look, her eyes lingering a bit too long.

"Oh, um, I thought you were, you know..." she stammered, her face turning a shade redder. "I'm sorry, but that's the only room available," she added, looking genuinely sorry.

"It's fine, we'll take it," Tim said quickly, cutting through the awkward tension.

I looked at him, surprised by his sudden decision, but nodded in agreement. We picked up our keys and headed to the elevator, both of us silently hoping the room situation wouldn't make things too weird.

We got the key and headed up to our room. To our surprise, it was actually quite nice. A large, comfortable bed dominated the space, flanked by two nightstands. A big TV was mounted on the wall, perfect for relaxing after a long day. A cute little balcony overlooked the bustling city below, adding a charming touch to the room.

The bathroom was heavenly, too. It featured a spacious shower and two sinks with a large mirror, making it easy for both of us to get ready at the same time. Despite the initial mix-up, the room felt like a cozy retreat, and we both started to relax.

"Soo, which side of the bed is gonna be yours?" Tim asked, breaking the silence as we stood in the room, bags still in hand.

"We've slept in the same bed twice now. You should know that," I replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, you're right," he said, jumping onto his usual side. "Is it okay for me to sleep here? I could take the floor if you want," he suggested, his tone serious.

"No, no, Tim. It's fine," I said, lying down next to him. After the whole day of traveling, I decided to take the first shower. I desperately needed to wash off the grime and fatigue. Stepping into the bathroom, I turned on the water, letting the steam fill the space. As the warm water cascaded over me, I felt a sense of relief. I took my time, thoroughly washing my hair and scrubbing my body clean.

While I showered, I noticed my self-harm scars starting to get better. I was proud of myself for calling Tim that night. Seeing the improvement brought a bittersweet smile to my face. I was healing, slowly but surely, and that small victory meant a lot.

But then, as I turned off the water and reached for a towel, I realized I had forgotten to bring one. Wrapping myself in the shower curtain, I called out, "Tim, can you hand me a towel, please?"

There was a pause before he responded, "Uh, yeah, sure." A moment later, the bathroom door opened just a crack, and Tim's hand appeared, holding a towel. His face was beet red, and he kept his eyes tightly shut, trying his best not to look.

"Thanks," I said, my own cheeks flushing as I quickly took the towel and closed the door again. Wrapping myself in the towel, I couldn't help but smile at the awkward moment that just happened.

I went to bed, scrolling through my phone aimlessly while Tim went to take a shower. The sound of water running in the bathroom was a comforting background noise. I kept glancing at the door, my heart beating a little faster than usual. Why was I so nervous?

A few minutes later, Tim emerged from the bathroom, steam billowing out behind him. He was wrapped in nothing but a towel around his waist, droplets of water still glistening on his skin. His V-line and defined muscles were on full display, and his chest was practically sculpted. I tried so hard not to look at him, but my eyes betrayed me. I peeked over the top of my phone, my face heating up.

Tim noticed me staring and smirked, an infuriatingly confident look on his face. "Enjoying the view, Lucy?" he teased, his voice smooth and playful.

I quickly looked back at my phone, my cheeks burning. "Shut up, Bradford," I muttered, desperately trying to focus on the screen.

He just laughed softly, turning his back to me as he changed into his pajama bottoms. I couldn't help but sneak another glance, my eyes tracing the muscles in his back. My heart raced, and I cursed myself for being so obvious.

When he turned around, his chest still bare, he caught me looking again. "Like what you see?" he asked, his smirk widening.

I fumbled with my phone, my face red like a tomato. "I said shut up, Bradford," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tim chuckled and walked over to the bed, lying down next to me. He was so close I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. My pulse quickened, and I could barely concentrate on my phone anymore.

He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at me with that same playful glint in his eyes. "You know, you don't have to pretend you're not interested," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

I swallowed hard, trying to muster up some semblance of composure. "Tim, you're my boss," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "We can't do this."

His expression softened, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "I know," he said quietly. "But it doesn't change how I feel about you."

I sighed, setting my phone aside. "It's not that simple," I said, trying to ignore the way my heart ached at the thought. "We have to be professional. This...whatever this is, it can't happen."

Tim looked at me for a long moment, the playful glint in his eyes fading into something more serious. "I understand," he said finally. "But it's hard to ignore what I feel when I'm around you."

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of frustration and longing. "We have to," I insisted. "It's the only way to keep things from getting complicated."

He nodded slowly, lying back down beside me, closer than ever. "Alright, Lucy," he said softly. "But just know, it's not easy for me either."

I turned off my phone and lay there in the dark, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. As much as I wanted to give in to my feelings, I knew we had to draw the line. Still, the warmth of his presence next to me was both a comfort and a torment, and I wondered how long we could keep denying what was so clearly there between us.

There was another layer to this complexity- I had a boyfriend, and I planned to break up him. I knew i need to do this. But to be honest I'm really scared how Chris will take it.

Tim shifted slightly closer, his arm brushing against mine. "Lucy, is there something else bothering you?" he asked gently.

I hesitated, the urge to confide in him strong, but the fear of revealing too much held me back. "No, it's just...it's complicated," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against my hand. "You can talk to me, you know," he said softly. "About anything."

I looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine concern there, and for a moment, I almost told him everything. But I couldn't, not yet. "I know," I said finally. "Thank you, Tim. But for now, we have to keep things as they are."

He nodded, squeezing my hand gently before letting go. "Alright," he said. "But if you ever need anything, you know I'm here for you."

please vote and comment!!!!
one bed trope🤭🤭🤭 hope you liked this chapter as much as I did!!