I’m dozing off with my head against the window when Jeremy speaks, startling me.
“Stay here, I’ll book us a room.”
Before I can do more than turn to him, he’s out of the truck and slamming the door shut before striding off toward a dimly lit motel reception.
Part of me is appreciating his ass in his blue jeans, but a larger part of me is thinking about what he just said.
A room.
I could run after him to check, but I think I’d know what the answer would be.
We’re going to be spending the night together. Presumably sharing a bed, since something tells me he’s not going to be booking us two rooms.
As I lean my head against the seat-rest, I consider booking a room since it isn’t like I don’t have money of my own. But it isn’t hard to see how that’s going to work out. Badly.
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