Ariana's POV
The air conditioning hummed low against the quiet, and I stood there staring at my open bag like unpacking it required some kind of strategy I hadn't thought through.
"You can use the bathroom first if you want," Jace said, sitting on the edge of his bed, already pulling his shoes off. "I'm not picky about order."
"Thanks." I grabbed my toiletry bag and closed myself in the small bathroom, grateful for even a minute of separate space.
I looked at myself in the mirror under the harsh fluorescent light, cheeks still a little flushed from the drive, from the burger place, from an entire day of feeling more like myself than I had in months. I splashed some water on my face and told myself this was fine. One room. Two beds. Nothing complicated about that.
When I came back out,
