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It was almost childish how you and Simon didn't make a single attempt to speak to each other for the entire trip to the hotel, unless it was for a passing insult; the rest of the soldiers who were near just groaned and rolled their eyes before scolding you both for your behavior. Once you both finally made it to the hotel in question, you got to take a good look at it. It was huge from every angle, and the beach, pools, and more around the area only made it better. Making it past the front desk and getting to your assigned room, that too was bigger and better than you both expected; it looked like a billion-dollar house on the inside, but as you and Simon closed the door and went further inside, the exhaustion had become very evident, and the only thing you both could think of was sleep. But as you opened the bedroom door, it revealed something straight out of your and Simon's nightmares: there was only one bed, a big one, but still, only one large bed that was somehow already decorated with pretty rose petals that went from the bedroom door all the way to the bed, which already had the rose petals spread out in the shape of a heart on the sheets as well as a bottle of expensive wine on the nightstand.
"Bloody hell…you have got to be kidding me." He says this as he drops his luggage to the ground and covers his face with his palm, groaning.
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