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There was only one fucking bed.
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HUDSON
ISTARED AT the center of the room in horror. Not only were we forced into sharing a room, but now there was only one bed?
This day couldn’t possibly get worse.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping when they opened again my vision would right itself and I’d actually see two beds.
No such luck.
“Fuck me.”
“Not even if you ask nicely,” Drew said, his response so automatic it was like he blurted it out before thinking. He walked the length of the room before turning around, a baffled expression on his face. “So no pull-out couch either? It’s either the bed or a chair?”
The chair in question was one of two wooden hardbacks on either side of a small table; no lounge or extended anything occupied the space.
“Do you think this is really the only other place around here?”
I shrugged. “You’re welcome to get back in your car and drive around for one.”
“Hah, you’re not getting rid of me that easily, Montgomery.” He pushed down on one end of the mattress to test the firmness. “You really should’ve started the bribe off higher, though.”
“I offered to triple it. You heard her—this is all they’ve got.”
God, what a shit situation.
“Well, bright side: we’re not in my car waiting to get washed away,” he said, like he could see exactly the pessimistic view I’d taken.
Then he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
My mouth fell open at the move, which was so bold and so…Drew. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He tossed the shirt on the floor and arched a brow. “What does it look like?”
I swallowed as his bare chest came into view, and damn. He’d been leaner the last time I’d seen him shirtless, but now? Everything was more defined, from the thicker, more muscular curvature of his biceps to the rock-hard cut of his abs. I tried not to look any lower, but the light dusting of hair trailing down from his belly button to the pants riding low on his hips caught—and kept—my attention.
Drew looked seriously fucking good.
Stop looking at him. Look anywhere but at him.
I must’ve done a decent job of hiding my perusal, because Drew didn’t call me out for it. Instead, he rolled his eyes.
“Jesus, Hudson, I’m not about to throw myself at you. I’m gonna grab a shower.”
That snapped me out of my wayward thoughts quick. “Hold on, why should you get a shower first?”
“You don’t seem like you’re in a hurry, and I personally can’t get out of these wet clothes fast enough.” He moved to unfasten his pants, and I blocked his way to the bathroom.
“If anyone should get the hot water first, it’s me.”
“Because…?” He cocked his head. “You’re the oldest? Tallest? Grumpiest?”
No,I thought,because I’ve been soaked for so long my brain’s turning to mush.I didn’t bother with the explanation, though, because his list wasn’t wrong. “All three of those.”
Drew stared at me for a long moment, and just when I thought he was going to put up more of a fight, he shrugged and gestured toward the bathroom. “Fine. But hurry up.”
