The door lock beeped softly as I scanned the keycard, its mechanical click signaling access. Without hesitation, I kicked the door open with a swift motion, stepping inside with Layla in my arms. The door hissed shut behind us, sealing with a definitive sound as it locked automatically.
Layla's gaze swept across the room, her eyes lingering on the centerpiece—a massive king-sized bed draped in crisp, white linens. The pillows were plump, inviting, and the sheer size of the bed seemed to dominate the room.
"The bed is… pretty big," she said widened slightly her eyes.
"We might need this much space," I said with a small grin.
