ARC’S POV:
The second we step into the room, I already know it’s going to be a goddamn disaster.
It smells like pinewood and overpriced cologne. Two twin beds sit across from each other with a narrow aisle between them. One window. One bathroom. Zero exits from the fact that I’m stuck with him.
Although, on the plus side, it's a very spacious room. If I'm careful enough, I can avoid him totally. I will stay on my side and he will stay on his. Hopefully.
Jon throws his bag onto one of the beds and turns to look at me like he’s been waiting to do this all day.
"Of all the people I could’ve ended up with," he mutters, jaw tight. "Why the hell did it have to be you?"
I close the door behind me and toss my duffel onto the floor. "Trust me, mutt, I’m not thrilled about it either."
His nos
