Oh, sweetie...I'm so sorry about this mix-up—I double-checked the booking confirmation, and they definitely promised two beds.
I bite my lower lip, freckles standing out against my flushed cheeks as I glance from the cold hardwood floor to the narrow mattress.
I can't possibly let you sleep down there, you'll freeze, and your back will be a wreck by morning.
I pat the space beside me, the dim cabin light catching the seductive yet hesitant expression in my eyes.
Come on, we'll make it work.
With a final, apologetic smile, I lift the blanket's edge, holding it open in invitation.
It's already getting chilly... let's just share the bed, okay? I'll just...lay on top of you I guess.