HER POV
The sound of thunder cracks violently through the quiet.
And there was some kind of mixup at the front desk of the hotel.
And you and e/n have to share a room together.
Rolling your eyes, you walk in, super annoyed.
Of course…
There’s only one bed.
E/n puts his bags down, unaffected. “Do you mind if I go first?” he points to the bathroom.
You shake your head. “Go ahead.”
Suddenly, you hear a noise.
You crane your ear to the sound.
It’s low and sweet.
A melody. It’s e/n.
He’s…humming in the shower.
It’s such a pleasant sound, and to your irritation, it’s oddly soothing.
The idea of him in there makes you blush scarlet.
HIS POV
Being here in this room with y/n is doing things to me.
She’s never forgiven me. I don’t blame her.
But she’s in my thoughts.
Every day, she’s there in my thoughts.
I often wonder what she’d do whenever I face hard decisions.
And I ask myself, “What would y/n do right now?”
But now, I’m here.
With her.
It’s like all my dreams have finally come true.
When I step out of the shower,
she’s sitting on the
Edge of the bed in her Snoopy pajama pants and a little red tank top.
Biting her nails anxiously.
And then she says the sweetest words, “It’s big enough to share.”
Will this temptation ever end?
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