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Chloe walked with Davis back up to their hotel room, more intrigued by him than she had been before. Yes, she was still attracted to him, she could admit that now, but it was something deeper. He’d allowed her in, and she’d seen a part of him that she was sure Davis liked to keep hidden. The pain of being different, of being misunderstood. Of wanting to take part but being embarrassed to do so because of the headphones. She hoped she’d never inadvertently made him feel like he’d had to suffer in silence.
Davis hesitated, not following Chloe into the room, like he didn’t trust what was beyond the threshold.
“I promise I don’t snore,” Chloe said, laughing as she grabbed her suitcase off the bed. She needed to keep things light, because the only alternative was awkward. She unzipped the
