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That’s what it was. The elevator dinged. Seventh floor. I stepped out into the hallway, my sneakers sinking into the plush carpet, my pulse beating in my throat as I scanned the room numbers. Room 724 Room 725 Room... 726 My feet slowed. I swallowed, staring at the door. This Was It. The moment I finally meet anonymous69 and see the face behind that beautiful body. Taking a deep breath, I lifted up my fist and knocked. Three sharp raps. Silence.

I looked around the room again. Then back at him. “You locked yourself in here with me.” His gaze didn’t move. “Yes," he said. I leaned against the wall. “And why?” “To keep an eye on you.” Another explosion shook the mansion above us. The lights flickered. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the distant echo of gunfire and the steady rhythm of our breathing. Then I realized something. The room was small. Very small. Too small. There were maybe three steps of space between us.

The room is dimly lit, the flickering glow of the TV casting shifting shadows on the walls. The muted colors of the movie ripple across our faces, a soft kaleidoscope of blues and golds. To her, the silence between us might feel comfortable, serene even. But for me, it’s a battlefield—a relentless war of self-control. Somehow, she’s managed to close the gap between us entirely, leaving no space for me to breathe or think clearly.

She pressed her hands into her lap, trying to keep herself still. The breakfast was painfully long, and by the time the servants cleared the table, Irvine felt like she was barely holding herself together. **** Later, Irvine sat in the quietness of the sitting room, and Elara found her. Irvine sat by the tall window, gazing out at the gardens but seeing nothing. “My dear,” Elara’s voice was soft, careful. She approached like one might approach a nervous animal. “You had barely touched your food.” Irvine turned, her throat tight. She tried to smile, but it faltered. “I wasn’t hungry.”

Not that I could afford it. Inside the delivery queue, I checked the room list. Just for curiosity. And maybe a teeny-tiny bit of stalking. Room 708 — Brian Jay. My heart did a somersault. Five doors away. That’s all. Five rooms between me and my literal dream man. I grabbed the silver lunch tray for 703, balancing it carefully as I entered the gold-trimmed private elevator. As the elevator hummed toward the top floor, I ran over what I’d say.

⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark: “I submitted a new series to the gallery.” Adrian’s voice was low. “Yeah?” “They want to feature it. In a permanent collection.” He smiled in the dark. “Proud of you.” “There’s more.” She hesitated. Then: “I named the series Falling Between Us.” Adrian turned toward her, fully awake now. “And why that?” “Because everything we thought was a fall…” she whispered, “turned out to be a way forward.” He kissed her forehead.

he mumbles as he heads to his room, leaving me alone with Oscar and Max. Feeling the awkwardness settle in, I get to my feet. “Let me show you the room you can use,” I say to Max, trying to keep things casual. I lead the way out into the corridor, Oscar hanging back. The two spare rooms are close to the cinema room, right across the hall from each other. Our bedrooms are farther along the corridor, nearer the living room. It means I don’t get far out of Oscar’s line of sight before stopping and opening the door for Max. Standing outside the room, I glance at him. “Here, you can have this one. The bathroom is just to the right. Do you need anything?”

It was exactly what Damian Villareal’s home would look like if it were a hotel room—cold, perfect, and utterly impersonal. Then Isabelle saw it. The room was not a two-bedroom suite. It was a one-bedroom suite with a single, massive king-sized bed positioned in the center of the room. A second door, she realized, led to the bathroom, and the rest of the space was an open-plan living area with a large sofa. Ms. Romero’s lie, whether intentional or a mistake, was a cruel joke. The tension, which had been simmering beneath the surface since the airport, now reached a fever pitch. Isabelle felt a hot flush of embarrassment and a wave of panic. "This cannot be happening," she thought. This is a c

Right next to us so many times. I scroll to the final picture and see all of us minus Mia and Walker in the movie room. I’m wearing the same outfit in the picture as what I have on now. My breath hitches, “He’s right beside us, without us even knowing.” I mutter under my breath.

"Thank you." Kesley was very still beside me. I could practically hear her internal panic. "It's nothing!" Amanda said. "Just our way of saying we're happy you're here. Room 412. Right next to ours, actually… we're in 410." Of course they were. Of course we'd be right next door to Dan and Amanda. This weekend was getting more complicated by the minute.