"This is ridiculous," you grunt under your breath, placing your bags on the floor as you feel Oliver hesitantly follow you inside. He looks equally as annoyed, considering there had been a mix up with the rooms, and you were left with one bed. "You can sleep on the floor. I'm not sharing it with you."

"You booked the rooms," he grumbled bitterly. What luck to be stuck with someone who disliked him as much as he disliked them. "If anything, it's your mistake. You should take the floor."