For whatever reasonafter lunch with the guys Sunday morning, I spent the entire night in my room after telling Emma I hadn’t been feeling well.She’d looked at me with a worried expression, mentioning something to me about looking over design plans for the house.
I had no idea what she was talking about, so I ignored her, said good night, and made my way down to my room.
The next morning, neither of said anything on the flight.She did some work and then read the rest of the flight, while I watched a movie.
When we arrived at the hotel, she sat in the lobby while I got in line to check in with the rest of the team, then we made our way to the room.The moment I’d opened the door and she followed me in, I heard her gasp.
I’d expected that reaction, so I ignored her and threw my bag down on the bed, and that was when I heard her mutter something under her breath.
“Is there a problem?”
“What do you mean, is there a problem?Of course, there is a problem.There is only a king-sized bed in here,” she said, throwing her phone down onto the desk and placing her laptop bag on the chair.
“Sorry there, baby girl, I hate to break it to you, but this is a standing reservation when we come into town, and I normally stay alone.I also prefer room when I sleep.”
“Yeah, but you’re not alone this time.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as I looked at her, seeing the flush on her cheeks as she looked at the bed and then around the room.
“Maybe the couch is a pull out,” she said, running to check.
“Nope, not a pull-out, and this hotel doesn’t provide cots.So I guess that means you’re sleeping next to me.”
“Colton, we uh, we can’t share a bed,” she said, looking at me.
“Why not?Whose bright idea was this?Certainly not mine.I offered to retire, remember?”
“It wasn’t mine either.”
“Well, I’m going to beg to differ on that.Guess you should have continued your search for your own room because I’m sure that would have given the media something else to talk about.”
She turned away from me and opened her bag, carefully pulling out the neat piles of folded clothing and placing them in the top dresser drawer.I just shook my head, watching her, and opened my bag, pulling out handfuls of unfolded clothing and shoving them into the other drawer.When I finished, I zipped up the bag and turned around.She stood there in front of me, her mouth open and an appalled look on her face.
“What?”I questioned.
“Nothing.”
“No, baby girl, it is something.”
“I told you, stop calling me that, and it’s nothing.”
“You’re irritated because of the way I pack, aren’t you?”I asked, knowing full well it was exactly that.
She turned her back on me, pulling out her perfectly piled undergarments and placing them beside her clothing.“I just cannot understand how you can be like that.”
“Be like what?”
“Look at your drawer, now look at mine.”
“So?”
“What do you mean, so?It’s like you’re twelve.Everything is in a heap.Your clothes are a wrinkled mess.”
“I like things wrinkled.It helps with my unkempt appearance.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You may think I’m ridiculous, but it’s how I like things,” I said, throwing my bag to the floor and laying down on the bed.
