The room was simple but clean, with a large bed flush against the wall and minimal furniture. Lily stood awkwardly by the door, watching as Zayn paced the small space like a caged animal.
“We should leave at first light,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “I don’t trust Hunter.”
Lily nodded, then signed, ‘You did well today. Not punching Hunter in the face, I mean.’
A ghost of a smile crossed Zayn’s face. “Don’t tempt me. The night’s still young.”
She smiled back, relieved to see the tension easing from his shoulders. When he’d hugged her earlier, she’d felt something. Her heart raced, and her skin tingled where he’d held her.
“Let’s get some sleep,” Zayn said as he stretched his arms over his head.
Lily could not help but glance at the singular bed, then back at Zayn.
‘I can sleep on the floor,’ she offered.
“Nonsense,” He said gruffly, “We can share it. It’s not like… It’s not like we’ve never done it before.”
