Mara
"Room for two please." Dylan says to the guy at the front desk.
He gives Dylan the key and offers him a friendly smile.
"Room 135 and that's 30 dollars a night. It includes all three meals and hot water."
"Thanks." Dylan says and starts walking towards our room.
"Wait...why was he English?" I ask, confused.
"That's what a translator is for Mara." Dylan says in a duh tone, shaking his head.
"I only asked." I say, holding my hands up. "What crawled up your ass and died." I sigh.
"Get in the damn room Mara." Dylan says, shaking his head. I can tell he is holding back a smile.
"Woah, I know I'm irresistible but-"
"Shut up, Mara." He says but I see the sorbet of his lips curving into a smile.
"Plus, you know you want me." He says, flexing with a cocky grin on his face.
"Well I guess you'd be okay in bed." I say, pretending to think about it.
"Wanna see for yourself?" He says, raising his eyebrow suggestively.
"Oh trust me I'd love to have your cocktail sausage inside of me, but I have to unpack, maybe next time." I say innocently and turn away.
I am about to go into the bathroom when I feel arms snake around my waist.
"That's not what your list says." He says in a husky voice that makes me shiver.
I feel my cheeks heat up at the fact that he read that part.
"Number 12, lose my-"
"Okay okay, I know what I put and you do not need to say it out loud." I say, pulling away.
"Well you want to lose it to me right? Why not right now?"
"Are you serious?" I scoff.
"Dead serious." He says, raising an eyebrow.
"Grow up." I laugh, picking up one of my socks and throwing it at him.
"You asked for it!" He shouts to me as I walk into the bathroom to put my toothbrush away.
This is going to be a long week.
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I'm tired.
And hungry.
These short chapters are just fillers so I'm sorryyyyy but at least you'll get more chapters and quicker updates ;)
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-Zoe 🐢💜
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