“Let’s check in first,” Ace said as he offered me his hand.
I looked down at his open palmed as I hesitated. Since when did it become the norm for us to hold hands?
Ace gave me a confused look and I found myself slipping my hand into his much larger one. He gave my hand a comforting little squeeze before he led me after him into the hotel lobby. My eyes fell on where our hands were joined as I wondered if he would hold my hand all the time during this trip, and perhaps, even after that? Do I want that?
“There’s only one room?” I asked in total disbelief.
“Yes, there is no mistake. Only one suite room is booked,” the receptionist repeated before flashing me a polite smile.
Did the company suddenly run out of budget or something?
I looked accusingly at Ace who just shrugg
