One Bed Trope Novels & Stories

I quickly started to type back a response explaining but he was already calling me. “Babe I’m so sorry. My mom walked in on me taking off my top." “Wait so you weren’t even naked?” Yikes. ‘What if I was and that’s how she walked in on me.” “But I was.” He whined. “I live with my parents and they don't always knock..” I tried to explain. “I’ve asked you to move in with me, but I guess my place is too trashy for you.” He lives in a one-room apartment in the not-so-fancy parts of New Jersey and is insecure about it even though he refuses to admit it.

Number three, I don't want to see you near my things, my clothes, shoes, bags, in fact, I don't ever want to see you in my bedroom. There is an exception though, since we're having our honeymoon and grandma intentionally arranged a one-room apartment for us with only one bathroom, just take your bath whenever I'm no where in sight and leave the bathroom. I slept on the sofa last night, you will be sleeping on the sofa while I stay in the bedroom till our honeymoon is over. Once we go back to my house, I have different rooms, just pick one and stay in there. I don't want to see you near my bedroom, okay?" … Ok..okay"

She just doesn't know how to react to this. “Hmm…” she nodded before walking upstairs. When she reached the second floor, there was only one room available. No guest room whatsoever. “What? Only one? According to the novels I've read, there should be another room in the couple's house if it's an arranged marriage trope… Then they would stay in separate rooms… That's the formula! Is there a hidden room here somewhere?” she mumbled as she entered her husband's room. Upon entering the bedroom, she saw one king-size bed with romantic red roses scattered on top. The entire room was filled with red roses and newlywed essentials.

Tariq pushed it open, revealing an enormous room inside. It was breathtaking in its grandeur. The ceiling was high, with dark wooden beams that crisscrossed above us. The walls were painted a deep shade of red, adorned with gold accents. Heavy curtains hung over tall windows, and in the center of the room stood a massive bed draped in dark velvet. My eyes widened. There was only one bed. I turned to Tariq, my voice hesitant. “Is this… where I’ll be sleeping?” Tariq smiled, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Yes, sweetheart. We’ll sleep here together.”

And yes, as I’d suspected, only one bedroom. One bed. A massive king-sized bed that looked like it could comfortably sleep four people, but still. One bed. “I’ll take the balcony,” Jonathan said, dropping his bag on the couch. “You can have the bed.” I set my bag down and turned to face him. “This is insane. We can’t share a suite.” “Why not?” “Because it’s inappropriate.” “Says so?” “Says me, says everything and everyone, and anyone half decent.”

Once the room door closes and I realise it's just Aaron and me again, my nerves from earlier resurface. The room is gorgeous, of course. High ceilings. A chandelier dripping with crystals. A balcony that overlooks acres of perfectly manicured gardens. But my eyes zero in on the one thing that makes my stomach plummet. A single bed. A part of me had hoped that, even though we were sharing one room, there'd be preparations for two beds. Stupid I know. And now that little hope I had lay crushed underneath the king-sized bed staring back at me. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whisper, my voice breaking slightly.

Anna nods and excuses herself, leaving me and Christopher alone in paradise. “So, what do you think?” Christopher looks around the back deck. “I'm curious why there's only one bed,” I tease him, pointing to the room. “What kind of girl do you think I am?” I know that this is meant to be a day trip and we were never planning on using the bed. Still, it is too good an opportunity to pass up to tease him. Christopher looks at the room and shrugs. “It's a big bed. Besides, do you know how expensive this place is? I'm not getting you your own room. I have to save money somewhere.”

I link my hand in his, hoping I absorb some of his strength as he leads the way. His bedroom is very masculine. I find a black dresser and headboard with a small brown folding chair near the closet. There are no wall-hangings and no knick-knacks. He quickly grabs a pair of jeans and socks from the floor, then places them in a nearby hamper. Frozen in place at the door, my brain plays through several scenarios. The bed is a flashing neon light advertising sex. Wham-Bam-Thank-you-Mam. I don’t want a one-night-stand with Jorge.

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ There was one bed. One fucking bed. My stomach twisted as I stared at it—a single, large bed in the middle of the room, made up with annoyingly neat white sheets. No couch, no extra mattress stuffed into a corner. Just the one bed, sitting there like it was mocking me. Great. The universe really had it out for me today. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath, my hands clenching into fists.

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…”