ISABELLA'S POV
The hotel lobby wasn't anything special; it smelled of cheap air freshener and polished wood, and it was quiet. It was a kind of quiet that felt padded. A quiet that felt like a wall against the world.
I hovered a few feet behind Levi, the oversized sweatshirt he had given me hanging long around my thighs.
My hair was still damp with water from the rain; strands were stuck under my neck, but at least I felt dry. Mostly. Definitely not shivering anymore.
Levi walked up to the front desk with quiet confidence, saying something to the receptionist that I couldn't fully comprehend because of the reverberating blood pumping in my ears.
The receptionist — a woman with tired eyes and a polite smile — nodded and tapped at her keyboard. There was a short exchange, and then Levi turned slightly, eyes meeting mine.
"They only have one room left," he said gently. "But it has two beds. Are you okay with that?"
