Chapter 893 It's Not What You Think + 2

• We had to sleep in our underthings, the girls in their slips and me in my boxer shorts, which was odd, but also slightly amusing in our off-balance state. It was certainly an unexpected detour on the road toward getting to know Sierra's parents, (one of them at least) as we padded around the room in our undergarments before settling in.
• I felt an awkward tension as I climbed into bed with Rose's daughter, mentioning that perhaps I should call room service to bring up a cot or something instead. Sierra wouldn't hear of it however; we were all adults after all.
• When it was time to climb into our respective cozy nests, I offered to sleep by the nightstand between the two beds, in case there was a call in the middle of the night. Once we turned out the lights and said goodnight my nerves began to slowly abate, as the three of us lay quietly in the dark.