Chapter One Hundred and Seven
Alicia's POV
Travis and I stood in room three, our bags at our feet. The space was large. One king bed. A sitting area. Glass doors leading to a balcony with ocean views.
One bed. We'd be sharing a bed for two weeks.
I started unpacking. Hanging clothes in the closet. Putting toiletries in the bathroom. Trying not to think about the sleeping arrangements.
Travis was doing the same. Moving around the room with surprising efficiency. No stumbling. No slurred words. Just normal, functional behavior.
"I can take the couch," he said suddenly. "If you're not comfortable sharing the bed."
I stopped. Turned to look at him. "What?"
"The couch. I'll sleep there. Give you space." He met my eyes. Actually met them. "I know this isn't ideal. Being stuck in a room together for two weeks."
I was surprised. Genuinely surprised. This was sensible. Considerate. Everything Travis usually wasn't.
