Meanwhile, Lola lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She swallowed hard, then closed her eyes, trying to ignore her fluttering heart.
"He just said I smell nice," she murmured, clutching her chest. "Why are you racing? Goodness."
She slowly rolled onto her side with a heavy sigh.
"This feels like déjà vu," she whispered, reminded of how she used to swoon over the same guy. Clicking her tongue, she shut her eyes. "Don't think about it. Ignore it, Lola. Ignore it."
She repeated the words over and over, but to no avail. Slowly, she opened her eyes and stared at the empty side of the bed.
"For some reason, this bed feels wider now," she said with a slight frown. "Should I switch rooms with him?"
Hearing herself, she scrunched up her nose in dismay. She had planned to leave the restaurant tonight or at least talk to Atlas about his stay, but their conversation had moved so fast she completely forgot.
