38 - One Bed
Summer
“What do you mean you have only one bed?” Damon demanded. “I booked it online.”
The receptionist of the small motel where we had stopped for the night yawned and pointed at the small poster that said that they didn’t accept online bookings. “Either stay in the room or leave. We don’t care.”
Damon’s nose flared, and I was surprised that the receptionist hadn’t turned to ashes from his glare. “Fine. Then give me a refund. We will go somewhere else.”
He pointed to another policy that stated they didn’t offer refunds.
Damon scoffed, pulling out his phone. “I can sue you for this—”
I held his arm, stopping him. “Damon, it’s fine.”
We had s*x in the same bed, but we never shared it afterwards. If I was passed out on his bed, he’d sleep in the guest room, or I’d take
