One Bed Trope Novels & Stories

Don't look at me like that, sha! It was his idea, or should I say, one of the rules. As a married couple, we should sleep in one room, and on the same bed to avoid compromising issues. I didn't see any point of disagreeing, because he promised never to touch me, or disrespect me in any way. How can he do that, when the first rule of the contract clearly states that no falling in love? No feelings will be involved in this fake marriage. I guess that puts me on a safer side, right? Yeah. No love, no romance. No love, no touchy touchy. Sleeping beside him ain't such a big deal. I don't think he is as dangerous as a dog to bite me while asleep. Or a wolf, meh! We have been going over this for th

And under the dome are two single beds. “I … wh—” I’m so wrong-footed I can barely get out a word. “Beds.” I turn to Ben and point. “The beds.” “Yes, these are the beds, madame.” Nico gestures at the singles with a proud beam. “This is the bedroom.” “I know those are beds!” I’m gulping for air. “But why are they singles?” “On the website, it shows a super-king bed,” Ben takes over. “I saw a picture of it. Where’s that gone?”

Zade Only one bed. I should have knew this was gonna be a problem when I agreed to accept this room as a wedding present from one of my friends. Of course he’d give me a room with just one bad cause to him and everyone else, this is nothing but a love match. Carla loooked like she was about to faint, like I had told her someone she liked had died. “What? How would we sleep?” She whispered and I scoffed, rolling my eyes just as she began to massage her forehead.

It wasn't until Lorena had left and Sophie had eased herself that the position of things started dawning on her. They were at their honeymoon beach house, but as nice and beautiful and spacious as it was, it had only one room. One room with a huge significantly looking bed. "Oh my God!" Sophie groaned in horror. Slapping a hand against her forehead. Of course it was going to have one stupid room with one freakishly large bed. And a beautiful bathroom with a wonderfully cosy bath tube and an extra see through bath stall... It was a honeymoon lodge for Christ sake. It was specially designed for lovey-dovey couples who couldn't keep their hands off each other.

It's too late to do that. His condo unit only had one bedroom because he was not expecting anyone to visit him. That's why he didn't bother to provide a guestroom. And because the woman was occupying his bed, he will just sleep on the couch tonight. It has not been a problem for him since he got used to it.

he chuckled. As I scan the room, I notice the beautiful pattern of the purple flowered wallpaper, the dark wooden mahogany floor boards, the beautiful white curtains covering the windows which held a pretty awesome view. I also notice there's only one bed. Rose petals are spread all over the floor, making it look really romantic. I gulp hard. Does he expect us to share the bed? "You okay?" He just have noticed my awkward, strange behavior seeing as he asked that. "There's only one bed . . ." I muttered.

The first features two full-sized bedrooms, the second a king-sized bed, and the third a master suite with a queen-sized bed and an attached bathroom. Justine looked down at me with a smile. "How about you and I crash into that king-sized mattress?" I scratched my head and punched him in a joking manner, trying to ensure to strike his uninjured side. "You're not even close to being healthy enough to do that yet," I murmured, averting my gaze to conceal my blush. "Plus, I'd prefer my first time to be more sentimental and romantic rather than 'hey, let's crash in that bedding since we have hardly anything nicer to do.'"

I was beginning to think she had been cleverer in crafting her persona than i could have imagined. I chuckled at her uptight expression. “I don’t think honeymoon suites are typically outfitted with two beds. Unless the newly married couple wants to experience a change of scenery now and then, I don’t really see the point.” “If this is some sort of childish trick to get me into bed…”

Scared I’ll jump you? ‘No, not like it would be the first time’. ‘Are you trying to walk home Rodriguez? It’s supposed to be chilly outside and I know you didn’t drive here seeing as you are grounded’. She drew the last word. ‘The bed it is’. I said, getting more comfortable. ‘You don’t snore, do you?’ I don’t even sleep. I wanted to tell her but I just nodded and she turned her face the other way. My eyes were on the ceiling when Troy Reign – let em hate came on and I remember thinking; her playlist is tight before I went blank.

I was beginning to think she had been cleverer in crafting her persona than I could have imagined. I chuckled at her uptight expression. “I don’t think honeymoon suites are typically outfitted with two beds. Unless the newly married couple wants to experience a change of scenery now and then, I don’t really see the point.” “If this is some sort of childish trick to get me into bed…”