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“Are you ok with that?” Theo scratches his left forearm pulling some of his sleeve up and I think I catch a glimpse of a tattoo.
Hell.If he has tattoos, I will be in serious trouble.
“Are you two alright over here?” Tess walks back over. Obviously, we are taking three times as long to check in than the others who are waiting to go up to the suites.
I look from Tess to Theo and nod. “Everything is fine. We were just checking in and asking about late-night room service.” Tess’s eyes widen and I clarify. “I have a sweet tooth.”
“Great,” she smiles and gently pushes Theo. “Well, once we all get settled, we’ll meet you both on the terrace for dinner and drinks.” She turns her focus back to me and her eyebrows wiggle, “And we are all looking forward to karaoke tonight, too.”
Right. The bet.Horror.
“Can’t wait,” I smile, but inside, I. Am. Screaming.
Our suite door is right across the hall from the elevator. The rest of his family have suites scattered around the same floor but thankfully, none of them share a wall with us.
Theo swipes our keycard and opens the door for me to go in first. The valet brings our bags in on his way to deliver everyone else’s to their rooms. And once he pulls his cart out the door, we are alone.
It is a large enough suite for both of us to share and not be tripping over one another. There is a living room with a couch, television, and balcony with the most amazing ocean views. To the left of the couch are double doors that open to an enormous king size bed with about thirty-two pillows. The billowing white sheets beckon me to dive in, but I refrain. I am twenty-eight. I don’t need to add to the list of atrocities I’ve committed in the short amount of time I’ve known Theo. But rest assured, if he leaves the room any time soon, I will be jumping on that bed like a monkey.
“So…” His voice cuts through our silent tension.
“So…” I about face and meet his gaze. He is still standing by our luggage in the foyer area, hands tucked into his pockets. “Is this weird? Cause if it’s weird, I can see -”
“Not at all,” his voice cracks. He clears his throat and tries again. “Not at all. I mean, we are supposed to be dating, right?”
“I mean, there are couples who don’t share rooms…”
“Right, but …”
He scratches the nave of his neck and I see the glimpse of tattoos under his left sleeve. I want so badly to ask him if he has tattoos but then he might think I am wanting him to take his shirt off to see them and then I might want to touch him and then…
“Cate?”
I whip my head up, pretending I wasn’t just undressing him with my eyes. “Yep?”
“I’m ok with sharing the room with you if you are.”
“Absolutely.” I fire a thumbs up his way and want to punch myself in the face. But I’ve already committed to it, so I just leave it up long enough for him to notice and then slowly lower my hand in shame.
“I’ll take the couch.” He offers.
I nod. “Thank you.”
“Cate, I swear I made a reservation for two separate rooms. I don’t know what happened.”
I hold my hands up for him to slow down. “Theo, it’s ok. I believe you. I’ve travelled enough in my life to know hotels sometimes mess up reservations.”
“You don’t hate me?”
Never. I could never hate you, you gorgeous creature.
“No, Theo, I don’t hate you.” I smile. “But I think you owe me a drink or two tonight. Especially if I’m going to be doing karaoke. I need some liquid courage.”
He flashes that wicked grin of his and steps toward me. “I think I could do that.”
“Aren’t you hot in that long sleeve shirt?”
Oh. My. God. Catalina Hernandez Ortega. Hellfire and broomsticks.
