She tossed and turned at night, her nightdress drenched, her hair sticking to her sweaty temples.
She groaned, opening the windows but nothing would help. Running her fingers through her long hair she breathed out, trying to cool down but it was in vain. There was no way she would get any sleep tonight.
She glanced at the AC in the suite and sighed seeing that it was showing a temperature of 39°
Damn.
She slid into her robe and flip flops and made her way down to the lobby where the receptionist looked very stressed out.
“Excuse me?” she asked. “The AC is still not working and I really should get some sleep but I really can’t with this heat!”
“I’m so sorry, Miss,” the receptionist replied, looking at her apologetically. “Our technicians are working on it but there seems to be a real problem with all the air conditioners!”
“Couldn’t you give me a different room, though?” she begged, wiping the sweat away.
He shook his head. “I’m afraid, I can’t, Miss. A high-profile politician is staying on the fifth floor and no guest is allowed to change rooms”
She let out a frustrated sigh and shrugged. “Well, then, I will go back to the oven that is my room!”
The heat in Lisbon has been unbearable the last days but seemed to reach its peek that night. Geoff’s little sister had joined her brother and Shawn on the world tour and would travel with them for some weeks but she would have never imagined that touring Europe would be like this.
She made her way to the floor they were staying and as she walked past Shawn’s hotel room door she couldn’t help to wonder if he was as sleepless as she was.
She knocked softly on his door, ready to leave but she heard steps and he opened the door.
Eyes puffy, his rosy lips slightly parted, messy curls sticking up.
“Hey,” he said quietly, looking at her in surprise.
“Hi,” she mumbled. “Can’t sleep either, eh?”
He shook his head, rubbing his eyes, his t-shirt drenched in sweat. “The fucking AC won’t work,” he muttered, opening the door wider and letting her in.
His room was almost as hot as hers and the sheets were ruffled, windows open.
“I mean I really do love Lisbon,” he said under his breath. “But this heat is not cool”
“I know,” she whined, sighing and looking at him. She had to admit that he looked sexy yet adorable with his messy hair and wet shirt, gym shorts hanging low on his hips.
“Want something to drink?” he asked with a smile, handing her a bottle of water.
“Yes! Thank you!” she readily pressed the cold bottle against her dry lips, chugging the water.
“Someone’s thirsty, huh?” he chuckled, only then noticing the sexual innuendo and his cheeks turned pink, as well as his ears.
