They both entered behind Rebecca, momentarily more surprised to see a young man sitting on the chair by the glass façade.
However, they quickly masked their reactions. In this hotel, they were already used to seeing young couples check in.
Rebecca was the first to enter the bathroom, clearly to change clothes.
She didn't take long, emerging in a short nightgown, her blonde hair now loose.
"Oliver, you might want to change into shorts," said Rebecca.
"No, these are just sweatpants. Easy to roll up," Oliver replied, feeling too lazy to change.
And his sweatpants were indeed easy to roll above his knees.
Rebecca nodded at his refusal and moved to the bed. "Come on," she said.
She gestured for him to lie on the bed as well.
The bed was enormous—long and wide. Rebecca lay on one side, and the other was still spacious enough for Oliver.
He didn't mind the situation. What mattered was that he wanted a full-body massage.
