The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the partially open curtains, casting a warm, ambient light across the hotel room. The hum of distant traffic provided a comforting backdrop to the luxurious suite, a stark contrast to the glittering gala that had ended only an hour before.

Bruce stood by the window, his tuxedo jacket draped over a chair, the crisp white shirt now open at the collar. He glanced over his shoulder, his intense gaze softened by the evening's events. "I didn't realize there was only one bed," he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

You shifted uncomfortably, trying to mask your surprise. The large, king-sized bed seemed to dominate the room now, its plush, inviting appearance a reminder of the unexpected predicament. "It's fine," you replied, forcing a casual tone. "I'm sure we can figure something out."

Bruce smiled, a rare, genuine expression that lit up his features. "It's just one night. We’ll make it work." He moved to the other side of the room, starting to unbutton his cuffs. "I promise, I don't snore."