Ashley's Pov
The motel's reception area was small and dimly lit, but the owner, an elderly woman with a kind smile, greeted us warmly. "Welcome, welcome. You need a room?"
Christian nodded, handing over his credit card. "Yes, please. For the night."
The owner nodded, processing the payment. "Room 12. Second floor. Elevator's broken, so you'll have to take the stairs."
I groaned inwardly, feeling a pang of sympathy for Christian, who was already running on fumes. But he just nodded, taking the key from the owner. "Thanks."
We trudged up the stairs, our footsteps echoing off the walls. Room 12 was small but clean, with two single beds and a tiny bathroom. Christian dropped onto one of the beds, his eyes closing in relief.
I smiled, feeling a surge of love for him. "Get some rest," I s
