Andrew uses the card to unlock our room’s door and I step inside. It’s certainly the nicest hotel room I’ve ever stayed in. In a lot of ways, it reminds me of Andrew’s apartment—there’s a lot of wood furniture and a mix of fabrics. In one corner of the room is a fireplace with two armchairs angled toward it and a table between them. It’s the perfect place to cozy up with a book and some hot chocolate.

The room has some Christmas decorations too—garland on the fireplace and a medium-sized tree in the other corner of the room. A door in the middle of the far wall leads to the bathroom, I assume.

“This is really nice.” I look over my shoulder at Andrew, who’s looking past me, mouth set in a thin line. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s only one bed.” He pushes a hand through his hair like I’ve noticed he does when he’s stressed or frustrated. “My mum booked the room. I didn’t even think of the fact that she would have only booked one bed. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Andrew. We’re both adults.” I chuckle and set my purse on the end of the bed then walk over to him. “I mean… I was sort of hoping we’d only need one bed on this little trip anyway.” I go on my tippy-toes and bring my mouth to his, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He returns the kiss then forces himself to step away. “I’m trying to be a gentleman, Kenzie, and you’re making it rather difficult.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman. Maybe I think they’re overrated?” My voice is coaxing and low.

“Jesus, woman.”

Before he can say anything else, there’s a knock at the door. It’s the porter with our luggage, and he brings it into the room. Andrew tips him when he leaves, then turns to face me with his hands on his hips.

“So… what should we do?” My tone makes it clear that what I want to do involves the two of us being naked.

“I’d really love a shower after that stressful drive. Do you want to go first?”

I shake my head. “I’m going to unpack before all my clothes get wrinkled. You go ahead.”

He nods and walks over to where the porter left his luggage.

“When are you expecting your parents to arrive?” I have to admit, I’m nervous. I haven’t even asked Andrew what he’s told his parents about me. Do they think I’m his girlfriend, his friend… something in between, which is probably closest to the truth?

Andrew glances at his watch. “I’m surprised I haven’t heard from them yet. Any minute, I suppose.”

“All right, well, you shower and then I’ll freshen up.”