NARA'S POV
The second the heavy double doors creaked open, I knew something was off.
I mean, sure — the place was a damn castle, practically dripping in old-money elegance and dramatic chandeliers. There were like, a hundred rooms. No reason for us to even breathe the same air, let alone sleep in the same room.
But there it was. A massive, ridiculous master bedroom, complete with a bed so big it could sleep a football team. White linens, a mountain of fluffy pillows… and rose petals. Actual rose petals scattered over the duvet like we’d stepped into some corny romance novel.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” I muttered.
Before I could even fully process the mortifying sight, Nick brushed past me with that insufferable smug smirk of his, flopping down dramatically onto the bed. He let
