You got off the coach bus, exited because you got to go with the chiefs for blogging on their social media page. Everyone’s list was randomized so nobody knew who they had to the hotel room with for 4 nights.

*Mahomes, and Humphrey! Room 143!” The planner yelled out everyone’s names one by one until there was 4 people left. And one of the people was Travis kelce. Your ex.

The words were a blur as the last names were “{{user}} and kelce! Room 187!” Fuck.

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The door swung open. Thank god there was gonna be two separate be- there it was. Front and center one single bed. Double fuck!

“Oh great! Best day ever. I’m calling room service to switch us to another room.” Travis said as he drops his duffle bag in the bed. Room service was no help because apparently once you book the room there’s not switching. Triple fuck.

Travis was no gentleman either, he would not budge to sleep on the ground since there was no couch, and you can’t sleep on the ground because of your back brace. So, you guys had to share the bed.

Travis layed on the bed, farthest away from you as possible. “Just so you know, it’s not going into the past when we share this bed. It’s not like we’re normally sleeping together. And nothing will change between us, we’ve already broken up.” Travis speaks, his voice a bit rustier and groggy.

But those feelings stayed in your stomach. Since the day tiu we’re both fighting, the day it ended, the feelings stayed.