Chapter Thirteen

"What the–"

Before I can finish my sentence, Ethan rushes down the corridor and out of my sight. I stare at the empty trail he left behind, shocked.

He must have been spying on us! What a creep! I need to tell Adam about this . . . he'll be livid.

I slam the door shut and run up to Adam. I find him sitting by the bed, looking incredibly hot in just his boxers. I'm distracted for a second and almost forget what I was about to tell him.

"You look bothered. Is everything okay?" He asked as I reach him.

"No, I just found Ethan outside our door!" I revealed, discontent laced in my voice.

"And?"

"He was spying on us! What should we do?"

Adam picks up his phone and starts dialing a number. He must be calling the police, good thinking.

"This is Adam Owens," he announced once they answered. "I need towels in our room as soon as possible. What kind of hotel is this if you don't provide your guests with fresh towels everyday?" He fumed, "I'm on my honeymoon, and i paid a lot of money for this ro