The door opened, and Brendan stepped inside.

His feet shuffled to an abrupt stop, prompting Deirdre to ask, “What?”

He turned away. “Nothing.”

The couple-friendly hotel certainly had a… design. The lighting was suggestively soft. There was a distinct scent in the air. The ambiance was obvious to any normal adult. As a courtesy of the hotel, clothes of a particular kind were provided on the bed.

Brendan could not imagine how Deirdre would look if she put these on…

Deirdre stepped inside after him. A thought leaped into her mind. “How many beds are there?”

It was bad enough to be stuck in a room with him. Did she have to suffer the pain of being in the same bed just as well!?

When things could get worse, they would often do. Brendan’s answer was proof of that. “One.”

Deirdre gripped the garment around her chest as it tightened. She felt the compulsion to remind him, “You made a promise. You should stick to it like a real man.”

Brendan was already feeling the first wave of desire