Ace's POV.
The door clicked shut behind us with a soft thud that somehow felt deafening. But it couldn't match the thundering beat of my heart.
I was hyper aware of Scarlett's presence as I stepped into the suite first, dragging my suitcase behind me, my shoulders wound so tight they might've snapped right there and then. Scarlett followed in silence, her presence loud in the quiet room.
The suite was massive, too massive for comfort. Cream-colored walls, floor-to-ceiling windows with sheer curtains that fluttered with the breeze, and at the very center, the damn bed.
One. King-sized. Mocking me from across the room.
Scarlett paused a few steps behind, her eyes scanning the space.
"It's nice. And surely big enough for a second bed." She muttered under her breath, her voice was taut.
I grunted in agreement and pulled off my jacket, slinging it over the arm of the velvet couch.
