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My eyes widened as I realized what I’d said. “I mean…” My words trailed off as for the first time in years, I actually felt my face heating with embarrassment.

Blair’s gaze bounced between the bed and my face, and I knew she was imagining us having sex on that bed vigorously enough to break the frame, the same as I was.

Danger, my brain cried out.

“I should call the front desk and see if they can fix this, or if they have another room we can move to.”

We both stared at the remains of the bed for a few seconds. There was no fixing that thing.

“It’s almost midnight,” Blair said. “Come sleep in my bed with me.”

I felt a jolt in my chest that traveled straight down to my core at her suggestion. That was a very bad idea.

“I’ll go see about another room.”

Even I could hear the reluctance in my voice. I was bone tired, and the last thing I wanted to do was deal with whatever college kid was on night duty down at the front desk.

“I insist. We can put pillows in between us if that’ll make you feel better.”

“That only works in old movies,” I said.

“We’re adults, no reason we can’t sleep side by side.” She paused, then added, “Well, unless it would make you uncomfortable. I don’t want you to think I’m forcing you to…”

I held up my hand to interrupt her. “It’s fine, we can share the bed. It’s allegedly a queen.”

I had a suspicion that it was actually a double bed, but my options were to share the bed with Blair or sleep on the floor. I was pretty sure my back couldn’t take a night on the floor. It was already twinging from my little mishap.

“Okay, thanks.”

“Do you have a side preference?” she asked.

“What?” I was still feeling discombobulated.

“You want the window side or the bathroom side?” she asked, pointing to the bed.

“Uh either I guess.”

“Okay, I’ll sleep by the windows,” she said. “Do you want to watch TV for a little while before we go to sleep?”

For someone who never watched TV, Blair had wholeheartedly embraced it on this trip.

“Sure.”

I grabbed the blanket and pillows from my trashed bed and got into bed next to Blair, carefully keeping as much distance between us as possible. Propping my pillows against the headboard, I leaned back and watched as she surfed through the channels looking for something to watch.

After settling on Modern Family, she turned off the light and slid down into a slouch. Five minutes later she was asleep, head tilted to the side against the headboard. I was a little bit envious of how easily she fell asleep. Meanwhile, my mind was racing and my body humming with awareness of the woman sleeping next to me.

Two episodes later I was finally sleepy enough to turn off the TV and fall asleep. When I woke up the next morning we were pressed together facing different directions, her back and butt pressing against mine. If this had been a movie we would have woken up in a much more romantic position, but this was real life. I heard a cute little snort behind me as Blair woke up, groaning and rolling away from me.

“Good morning.”

“Morning,” she said sleepily. She stumbled into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later looking a little more awake.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said. “Then we can get going.”

“Take your time.”

Figuring that I’d get dressed while Blair was in the shower, I crossed the room to my suitcase, then kicked off my pajama pants and pulled off the tee shirt I’d slept in, leaving me in only my underpants. I’d just pulled a bra out of my suitcase when I heard Blair come barreling out of the bathroom.