"Whose room is this?" I ask.
I notice there isn't much in it, only the bed and two nightstands. It's clean but bare. It's unlike the rest of the house, which feels lived-in. Even the walls are stark white here. This room looks like it's waiting for someone to bring it to life.
"No one's ever stayed in here before, so I guess you'd call it the guest room," Ezra answers.
"It's the master suite of the home," Erik corrects him.
"Yeah, I guess it is," Ezra agrees after a beat. His eyes roam over me as I sit on the edge of the bed with my feet dangling.
"The bathroom is over there." Erik points to a door. "I'll grab you something to change into."
"This is fine." I stop him. I'm in yoga pants and a hoodie. "I'd wear something like this to bed anyway." Minus the bra, but I'll take that off when they leave.
"Are you sure?"
