Aubrey’s pov ;
By the time we finally made it to the hotel reception, I was drenched, shivering, and more than a little humiliated from being carried like some damsel in distress.
The receptionist’s eyebrows shot up when she saw us—soaking wet and looking like we had just survived a storm, which wasn’t far from the truth.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her confusion clear.
Ryder shifted me in his arms before answering, "We need a room."
"How many?" she asked politely, glancing between the two of us.
"One," Ryder said without missing a beat.
"Two," I blurted at the exact same time.
We exchanged disbelieving looks. His eyes narrowed, and I could see the annoyance flickering behind them. “Can’t you just keep your mouth shut for once?” he muttered.
“I’m not staying in the same room as you,” I hissed back. “I’d rather sleep in the car.”