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.

he was like a seasoned chess player, anticipating every move, closing in-until

the bedside lamp spilled across

the red marks on her

shower first, or should I?" Rupert's voice was low

took her a

convinced her to buy. "It's basically invisible!" her friend had promised. And it pretty much was, just a whisper

glanced down, and his expression

closed his eyes, then let her go and pushed

"I'll shower first."

running did Sylvia finally let out

is he even

time to think. Quickly, she shoved her stray clothes into her suitcase and sat on the

place. out of

in the

was

toning his shirt when

Orson

buzzed. A message fro

flashed on the screen

"Someone's there."

lost track of Sylvia at

his phone, stripped off his shirt, and stepped under the

the hot

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