Only One Bed Trope Novels & Stories

It is only one room. "Uhm, Logan. I can see one door so It means there is only one bedroom?" I asked He nooded. "Yeah" he said I bit my lips and look around again to find if there's a sofa but I can see nothing. Only chairs and tables are here. "So, we're going to sleep in the same bed?" I ask He look in my eye and I can see the smirk he wants to hide but he can't control it. "Yeah. There's no way for us to separate 'cause it has only one bedroom in this house and there's no sofa here"

Um, yeah. The group inspected the bedroom, which was slightly smaller than the one on their last bus. This one still had a queen-sized bed, but there was no room for a dresser. Eric shoved Jace in the shoulder and grinned. He pointed at the ceiling. “No hook for your bondage games, Tripod. How will you ever get your jollies off?”

He briefly realizes that he’s still holding the bedroom door. “Is there a problem?” He turned to look at the alpha, dramatically slow. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Why is there only one bed?”

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 was the only way they could survive in this cruel world. Once they were fast asleep, I wheeled myself to our bedroom. Unlike our last house, Where everyone had their rooms, which we never used. Here, we had only one bedroom to share. I wheeled myself close to the bed. Marcus installed a lower bed this time, so I was able to physically transfer the rest of me from the chair to the bed with ease.

“Does it look that way?” Does it? I asked myself, but then the expression on his face showed how serious he was. I wanted to argue, but my brain short-circuited when I stepped into the suite. It was massive. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, plush carpets muffled my footsteps, and the bed—oh god, the bed. Wait. One bed? I turned to him, horrified this time. “There’s only one bed,” I said, more like asking. He shrugged. “The hotel specializes in couples. It’s part of the experience. They didn't think anyone would come here with their assistant.”

“You could be a good nurse, I praised. She blushed. “Thank you, her eyes dropped to my lips. I pulled her closer to me, my wolf demanded it. I was lying to myself, but I didn't care. Her sweet smell drove me nuts. “Sleep with me.” I said roughly. “I am not having sex with you. “, she said roughly. “No. Sleep in here with me.” My eyes were already heavy, and I felt them close. “I want your smell in here. Just for today.”

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.

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.

The suite looked like a complete house with a gold plated staircase that started in the middle and went up to the rooms maybe. The high classical ceilings and golden chandeliers that hung from it. Literally everything looked royal. She had yet to see the room but she already knew it would be nothing less than beautiful, now all she wanted was a warm bath and a good rest. Lorenzo walked in front of them, his head up high as he showed them around. Finally they got to the last place, the bedroom. It had only one bedroom. ‘ How could a suite this big have only one bedroom.’ She thought to herself. Not that she had an issue with it, she already shared a bed with Liam at the family house, this sho