TWENTY-SIX
The two of them stared at the king-sized bed at the center of the room. Two nightstands stand on opposite sides, with lamps on them. A dresser stands on its side too, a big built-in closet is adjacent to it. His eyes drift back to the bed, his body remaining frozen from where he stood.
“Why is there only one bed?” he whispered, repeating his question.
“My secretary booked it for me,” the alpha answered after a while. Klyde turned to look at him. Wade was now also staring at the bed.
“We’re the only ones who know about our arrangement.”
Right. Fuck. Of course, but still.
His eyes traced back to the bed, and on its cleanly made sheets, pristine and looking incredibly soft. There are four big pillows on it, and right now, the sight looks so inviting to Klyde. He wants nothing but to finally lie down, feel the soft sheets on his body and bury himself in the pillows. But obviously, he can’t do that just yet.