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walking up to them and pushing them lightly toward the door. “We have
suitcases to unpack and a bachelor-slash-bachelorette party to get ready for.”
“Vale, vale,” my mom said as she grabbed my dad’s arm. “You see,
Javier? They want to be alone.” Her eyebrows did a little wiggle. “Ya sabes.”
My dad muttered something unintelligible, showing that he had no
interest in finding out why.
So, I ignored my mother’s innuendo, and after wrapping my parents in a
big hug, I shooed them out the door. In the meantime, Aaron politely thanked
them again—in Spanish, for my mom’s benefit—and remained in the corner,
where he had been standing.
With my parents finally gone, I turned to Aaron and found him placing
both of our suitcases on the bed. He unzipped his and started extracting
pieces of clothing and toiletries.
“Actually, you don’t need to do that,” I told him, not bothering to open
my bags.
Aaron cocked an eyebrow.
“We will sleep in separate rooms,” I explained.
“Oh?” That was the only thing that came from him.
Ignoring that puzzled look he had just shot me, I made my way to the
hallway to lead him to what would be his room.
With his very own bed.
Right behind me, Aaron stepped in the space only a few seconds after.
“Ta-da!” I gestured with my arms. “Here’s your room. Your dresser.
Your bathroom is out in the hall though. And, yeah, that will be your bed.”
I pointed at the twin bed as I took in its ridiculous dimensions. The room
was much smaller than I remembered.
Glancing at Aaron, who was right by my side, I found him inspecting the
bed with his arms crossed over his chest. Just how my mother had done a few
minutes ago, I eyed him up and down.
Yeah. That was not going to work.
“All right,” I said, accepting he would never, ever fit there. “I’ll change
rooms with you. Take the other one; it’s bigger. I’ll take the twin.”
“It’s okay, Catalina. I’ll sleep here.”
“No, you won’t. You won’t fit in that tiny bed,” I pointed out the obvious.
“Not even diagonally, I think.”
“It’s fine. Go unpack your things. I’ll make it work.”
“You won’t. There’s no way you can sleep here,” I insisted, ignoring the