She’s quiet for a long moment as she types furiously on her keyboard. A second later, her smile fades.
She aims an apologetic smile at us. “I’m so sorry, but it looks like we only have one room left in the whole resort.”
“What?” I blurt.
“I’m very sorry. But on the bright side, it’s a king bed with a beautiful ocean view.
I swallow back a groan. I have to spend the next who knows how many nights in a hotel room with Liam while we wait out this storm? I have to share a bed with him?
Liam picks up on my irritation like a hound dog picking up a scent. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Come on, firecracker. We can share a room for a few nights, can’t we?”
I make a disgusted noise. “Speak for yourself,” I mutter.
“It’s either this or spending the night at the airport.”
I tug a hand through my hair. “Fine.”
I start to dig out my credit card from my purse, but Liam hands his over first.
“Liam, I can pay for myself.”
“I know,” he says without even looking at me.
The receptionist runs his credit card.
“I’ll Venmo you,” I say.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says as he puts his card back in his wallet.
She hands us our room keys. “Enjoy your stay.”
Together we head down to the elevators. We ride in silence to the fourth floor of the resort. When we walk inside our room, I take one look at the king-sized bed. This is gonna be so awkward.
Liam plops down on the foot of the bed and reaches up his arms, groaning as he stretches.
“A little nicer than the airport floor, right?” he jokes.
I roll my eyes.
“Come on, Kendall. Will you lighten up? I’m just trying to make the best of this situation.”
Irritation zooms through me. “That’s nice that you can just let upsetting things roll off your back like they’re nothing. I’m not like that though.”
He frowns like he’s confused. “What is that supposed to mean?”
I crouch down on the floor and unzip my suitcase. “Nothing,” I mutter.
I grab my toiletry bag and head for the bathroom. Behind me, I hear Liam’s heavy footsteps.
“Hold on.”
I turn around to face him. “Can this wait? I wanna take a shower.”
“No. You’re clearly still pissed at me, Kendall. But every time I try to explain myself, you won’t let me get a word in.” The frustration in his tone is clear as crystal. His blue eyes are wild and fiery as he looks at me. “If we’re going to spend the next few days sharing this hotel room, the least you could do is tell me what I did wrong to make you hate me so much.”
The last of my resolve melts away. He’s right. I’m tired of holding this against him. And not just what he said the night we kissed in the alley. I’m sick of bottling up my anger and hurt feelings from that night in college all those years ago.
I feel like I’m going to explode.
