Only One Bed Trope Novels & Stories

"Yes, the problem is there is only one bed!" "If so, you must share your bed tonight!" he said, then went into the house I immediately caught up with him and closed the door. Kim noticed the whole house, nothing special here. He saw one bed, as I said.

She picked up a handbag and walked over to me with a smile. "Juliette Claude, right? Well, even though you tried to steal the bed I wanted, I don't want things between us to get too ugly. Here, you can have this handbag. I know you're poor. If you sell off the bag, you can at least afford some decent meals with the money." I was completely taken aback to see the way she was twisting the truth around like that. "You're the one who attempted to steal my bed, Vanessa. I still have the photos I took this morning after setting up the bed. Do you need me to show them to you?"

I slouched and rubbed my stomach underneath the table, “Anyway, I am stuffed and ready to crash. Which direction to my room?” “So, the thing is, there is only one room.” “What do you mean there is only one room in this big house?” “Exactly as it sounds. There is only one room.” I gaped at him perplexed. Fate really must always get the last laugh in its trickish fashion. Because what was this twist?

The kind of room you'd expect royalty to sleep in after giving the staff the night off. It was quiet. Too quiet. Until my eyes finally landed on the centerpiece of it all—the bed. A massive king-sized cloud of pillows, silk sheets, and an embroidered headboard so detailed I was pretty sure it had a story of its own. But that wasn’t what got me. It was the only bed. I stopped walking. The realization hit like a cold splash. I turned to Adam slowly, brows lifting, my hand still in his. “Wait…” I said cautiously, narrowing my eyes. “There’s only one bed.”

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.

“OMG, I am totally loving this tension. It's giving I like him, but I won't show it." “I know right? The system was like too much blood shed today, let's have some enemies to roommates romance." “I am grabbing popcorn, Guys, and I don't even like the chick in question." “One bed, really? What happened to the two beds in the other room. The system literally blew my mind with this one." That was when it hit me. The other rooms had an extra bed, why didn't this room have one? Unless— the system had ulterior motives.

DRAKE’S POV Stephanie helps me get on the bed from my chair, tucking me in for the night. I stayed silent, not wanting to say anything. It had been like that for a few days now and truthfully I would love to keep it that way. I still don’t know what happened to me that. I can’t seem to wrap my head around the whole thing and I’m not going to lie, the fact that I can’t feel my legs as to be the worst thing to ever happen to me.

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…”

It’s a masterpiece of luxury, but the centerpiece was what caught our attention. The giant bed is covered in scattered red rose petals with an unnecessarily decorative heart arrangement placed right in the center like somebody had hired a romance novelist to design the room. “There’s only one bed,” she whispered. Her tone made it sound less like an observation and more like a threat to national security. I bit back a smile. “There is indeed only one bed.” She turned to me with wide eyes. “We’re sharing that?” I pushed the door closed behind me and casually leaned back against it while watching her. Watching the way the sunlight caught the gold flecks in her eyes.

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…”