Chapter Seventeen

The motel room was modest, but clean and tidy.  Chloe flopped onto the only bed the room possessed. The mattress was a cheap one, but that was to be expected since the room rental was also quite inexpensive.

“I’m exhausted,” she said as she rolled onto her side and looked up at Tristan.

“That bed seems small,” he muttered.

“It’s a queen size,” she said with hesitation as she assessed whether or not the bed was long enough for someone of his height.  “We should both fit on it.”

“I thought I would sleep in the chair, to avoid… you know what… happening again,” he said softly.

Chloe studied Tristan.  She wasn’t sure if she should be hurt by his rejection or flattered by his attempt at chivalry.  She glanced at the chair he was referring to.

“That chair doesn’t look very sturdy. You’re a pretty big and muscular guy,&rd