“Oh, man, guess I called the top bunk for nothing.” Jack laughed, ditching the weekend bag he’d packed by the doorway. For some reason that was the first thing to draw him in the cabin on Swan Lake: the bed. He wanted to know whether it was comfortably bouncy or soft enough to melt away in because from where he was standing, you could hardly distinguish between the two types of fancy. He wouldn’t have wasted any time testing out the mattresses either, had he not caught a glimpse of his guest in a wall-mounted mirror. “Hey, Danielle! Catch!” The spare key flew across the room with a slight tingling sound. Judging by the arch of it, Jack wasn’t sure it would land in the blonde’s hands though so he put up an apologetic smile in advance. He just wanted to give her the feeling of an out, an escape for whenever he became a little...overbearing. Not everybody would’ve accompanied him on this trip he’d won at the fundraiser so he appreciated having gotten a yes from her. “So what’d you think? Does this count as more fun or what?” Also, thank you. But the words didn’t quite leave his lips just yet.
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