Chapter 3

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As soon as we reached the hotel, Matt and Nick were in the middle of an arguement about who is sleeping where. "Can you guys cut it out?" Adam was trying his best to get them apart but failed as he was laughing so hard. I just shook my head and went to reception. "Clarissa Jones." I smiled at the pretty receptionist before getting my keys. "401, first room on the left, 5th floor Miss Jones." She had such a pretty smile I thought to myself as I entered the elevator.

When I got to my room, the door was already open so I guessed that my new room mate was here already so I juat went in. As I closed the door behind me, I heard a cough. As I turned around, my knees almost gave in. "So you are my roomal mate?" Adam was standing there in sweat pants but no shirt. "Am I even in the right room?" He laughed. "401, right?" I swallowed, shit. "Yeah." My face heated up and I could feel my face reddening. "Why are you blushing, its not like I'm naked."

"You can shower if you want. The water is hot enough." Adam said as I put my suitcases down. "Thanks Adam." He smiled. God he had to stop doing that. "I'll sleep on the couch if you want." "NO! You just came back from a injury now you wanna mess it up again." "Yeah so what we gonna do about it?" He looked at me strangely. "We can both sleep on the bed as long as you don't snore too loud and if you can keep your hands to yourself." "Yes ma'am, but there's one thing." I eyed him suspiciously. "What is it?" "I need someone to rub my back with this stuff I got from the doctor the other day." Ok, this is gonna be hard. "Ok, I'll help you. But after I showered, I smell like I swam in sweat because of my match." He chuckled but replied "Ok, go on then."

Shit Clare, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?

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