Jules' pov
Blaze was standing right there, toweling his hair, bulging muscles making it hard for me to focus on my inner turmoils.
He's currently clad in a pair of loose pants and a tank top, but that isn't really making any difference.
I sucked in a deep breath and averted my gaze as soon as our eyes locked, and from the corner of my eyes, I followed his movement as he walked towards one of the beds and sank into it.
"You gonna take a shower as well, bun?" He drawled out, eyes trained on me and eyebrows arched. I jumped a little as he spoke, eyes darting towards him for a moment.
I pointed towards the other bed while struggling on how to put my inner thoughts into words.
"T- the bed… it's in the s- same…"
"Surely it's not bothering you that we wouldn't be sleeping in separate rooms, right?" He mused, eyes still trained on me and I swallowed emptily, unsure of how to respond.
