Sylvia blinked, snapping out of her daze just in time to realize Rupert had already stepped inside.

She whirled around at the sound of the door shutting, blocking his path.

"Look, I booked a regular queen room. There's really nowhere for you to sleep."

Rupert just shrugged, totally unfazed. "It's not like we haven't crashed together before."

He brushed past her arm with casual ease and wandered into the room.

Sylvia felt her cheeks burn. Suddenly she remembered her clothes were still scattered all over the bed. She rushed over and yanked the comforter over the mess, half panicked.

She flopped down on top of the blanket, gesturing awkwardly around the cramped space. "Uncle Rupert, you see how basic this place is. Why don't you just head back to your own room? I'm sure your cozy bed is waiting for you."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Cozy bed, huh? That's thoughtful of you."

Rupert leaned up against the TV stand, hands stuffed in his pockets, his tone unreadable.

Sylvia clutched the comforter tighter, then pointed to the door. "Uncle Rupert, there's the door. Don't let me keep you."

The air in the room went still for a moment. Then, the end of the bed dipped with a soft creak.

Sylvia looked up, and suddenly Rupert was right there-close enough for her to feel his breath.

He had one knee on the mattress, leaning in just a little.

She tried to scoot away, but before she could, he'd already caught her wrists and pinned them gently by her ears.

face hovered inches from hers. She tried to dodge, but he was like a seasoned chess

spilled across his face, but his eyes stayed shadowed and

marks on her

wanna shower first, or should I?"

It took her a second to register

hide beneath the blanket- the nearly sheer slip Naomi had convinced her to buy. "It's basically invisible!" her friend had promised. And

glanced down, and his expression

closed his eyes, then let her go and pushed

"I'll shower first."

running did Sylvia finally let out a

even trying

Quickly, she shoved her stray clothes into her suitcase and sat

place. out of

in the

was

his

Orson

buzzed. A message fro

flashed on the screen

"Someone's there."

lost track of Sylvia

his phone, stripped off his shirt, and stepped under the spray, Bracing one hand against

the hot

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