As they arrived at the hotel, Esme's first instinct was to approach the receptionist to inquire about available rooms. However, before she could take a step, Silas intercepted her, halting her in her tracks with a gentle touch.
"Caleb has already talked to the receptionist. There is no room available," he lied, a flicker of unease crossing his features. The truth was, he simply couldn't bear the thought of her staying away from him. "We have to share the room."
"Oh." Esme's initial enthusiasm vanished, replaced by a visible dejection. The sight gnawed at Silas, creating a dissonance within him.
Unable to contain his curiosity, he probed, "Why the hesitation to share the room with me? Do you still harbor doubts about my intentions?"
