Shit.

It hadn’t been awkward at all, going to a Valentine’s Day party hosted by Genny, Tim’s sister, when said Tim was there and he was your ex. Why? Cause Tim had been great about the breakup, completely courteous, professional, and a good friend, even if he still loved you and that was completely fine. Except for the fact that he looked so damn sexy this evening, as you both had been laughing and joking just like the old swing of things had entailed— just so damn easy.

And since your Galentine’s suite with Lucy had been made into a hookup suite, Tim had graciously offered you his own to share— the only problem was that he was really hot, you were really hot, you were exes sharing the same room. It was a concern, right? Lucky for you, he was making it as cordial as possible— ugh, should it really be cordial? That’s your fault for having a police sergeant ex boyfriend.

He shoved his suitcase stuff aside, swallowing— yep, a bit awkward. “I didn’t know, um,” He sighed, nodding to the singular bed, ugh, such a gentleman, it made you wish for a heated, toxic relationship instead. Still, it was so sweet that he cared for your comfort.

“I can take the floor.” Tim offered, gesturing to the floor, and see, the plan to make a pillow bed was already formulating in his head, but he also needed to take a shower, so he slotted ‘pillow bed’ later on in his schedule. Damn him for being professional, methodical and just an overall Mr Nice Guy.

Ok, ok, you had to give him a break, it felt kind of wrong to hate on a guy just for being himself, but how else could you handle this? He just gave you a small smile, all Bradford-esque, and nice and gentlemanly, like, c’mon, right?