“Front desk.”
“Hey, I’m sorry for calling so late, but my coworker and I just checked in, and there’s only one bed, not two.”
There’s the sound of gum chewing. “We’re out of rooms.”
“But we booked a double?” I ask.
She sighs. “No, it was a king. The confirmation says so.”
“You didn’t mention it to us,” I growl, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“I’m sure I did, and even if I didn’t, it’s on your confirmation,” she insists. “We’re also fully booked tonight, so if you can survive it tonight, we can see if there’s a second room available for tomorrow.”
“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”
Eloise has shown back up in soft-looking black sleep shorts and an oversized band tee. She taps my hip expectantly, impatiently.
“Have a good night,” the receptionist says, and I growl, placing the phone with a bit more force than intended.
“What’d she say?”
“They’re fully booked, also apparently Fallon booked us a king? I’m not sure, but when I see that blue-haired weasel again, I’m going to—”
“You think xe planned it?”
I nod. "You don’t know Fallon well enough yet, but xe live for chaos."
Eloise snorts. “Well, alright then, what do you want to do about the single bed?”
“I can sleep on the floor.”
“You’re not sleeping on the floor,” she says exasperatedly. “We can make a pillow line, then you don’t have to worry about catching Harper cooties.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. I’m going to get changed and then lights out. We’ve got an early day tomorrow.”
“Don’t remind me,” she says through another yawn. “Did I mention that we’re going out with Kenz tomorrow night?”
“Weare?” I shout from the bathroom. “You want me with you guys?”
“She may ask about Frank,” she says, and I scowl. “But it’s all good intentions. She wants us back in the saddle.”
The idea that Eloise is going to find someone here makes something prick at the back of my throat. I clear it, pushing down whatever the feeling is. There’s no feeling. Of course not. I wouldn’t have any need to feel something other than happy for a friend getting over their ex.
I would feel the same way if it was Brynn.
When I make my way back into the room, there’s a pillow wall in the centre of the bed, and Eloise is on the farthest side. She looks ridiculously cozy under the covers. “Thanks for the great wall of pillows,” I whisper, settling in beside her.
“Happy to help,” she whispers back and turns off the light as I get cozy. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out for the count.
Seventeen
Taylor
Something bright shining in my eye makes me groan and burrow my face deeper into my pillow. I pull it closer to my face, trying to desperately ignore the fact that I’m already waking up, betrayed by my own body, and try to catch a few more winks before my alarm clock goes off.
But my pillow shifts beneath my face, which is weird, but maybe I migrated to the pillow wall that El constructed for us last night.
Oh, right.
