“Hey, Beck . . . this isn’t weird, right?” “This, what?” I ask, brows knitted in confusion. “Us, here, going to research symposiums together.” Avoiding my gaze, she rolls onto her back beside me and stares up at the ceiling. “Sharing a hotel room. Complimenting each other and genuinely meaning it.” I chuckle softly. “I sure fucking hope not, considering the fact that you’re my girlfriend and all.”
