All's Fair in Love and Las Vegas

Chapter Seven

Ten minutes later, we had our first fight as a couple. Aren't you proud of us?

"Jackie, absolutely not, you're my guest and more importantly the one who got yanked to another country. You're taking the bed," Grayson said, his hazel eyes glinting.

"Preposterous. It's your room, your house Grayson," I scoffed. "I'll sleep on the floor."

"This is not up for debate," he snapped, grabbing his pillow.

"It isn't. Goodnight," I said, taking my spare blanket and serenely curling up on the floor.

He glared down at me. "Jackie, come on. Think about it. You can't do this for six months, you'll develop some spine condition or something."

"Well you can't either so it might as well be me," I countered happily. He just didn't understand that yes, I was willing to sleep on the floor for six months. A couch was not easily produced, unfortunately, since Laura seemed to be at every turn. Grayson had tried to swipe one from his brother's room, but she had been right there, asking what he was up to.

He sighed. "Look, okay, I'm sorry. I was stupid. We actually should probably share the bed since why not? We're going to fake this marriage and we're going to fake it well. Neither of us deserves to sleep on the floor or anything like that."

"Fine," I grumbled. Then just to not fully surrender to his kindness, I added, "But I bet your bed is lumpy and hard."

He snorted. "Sure."

With Grayson watching, I triumphantly laid down under the blankets. Immediately, I regretted insulting them.

"Egyptian cotton sheets, goose down pillows, and a temperature-controlled mattress, separate sides," Grayson said, smirking.

"Shut up, your voice is annoying in all this fluff," I said, closing my eyes.

"Don't get too used to it, you're moving out after the wedding," he warned, going into the bathroom to change.

"Maybe I'll steal this on my way out," I joked.

"And you wanted to sleep on the floor," he teased through the door.

I settled deeper into the pillows, murmuring, "I mean, I didn't really want to..."

Grayson opened the door, and I was surprised to learn that he had really normal pajamas. No silk button-down top and pants—just something regular he might've pulled from the local shopping center. Flannel pants and a plain black shirt that was so fitted it made me blush.

"Want the skylight open?" he asked, grabbing a small remote.

My jaw dropped for what must've been the thousandth time. "You have a skylight?"

He grinned and pressed a button. Above us, mechanical whirring noises started and a panel slid back. Thick glass was the only barrier between us and the night sky sprinkled with stars.

"Wow, yes please," I said in awe.

Grayson chuckled softly and turned out the lamp. Except it wasn't dark—still very much light. One particular type of light.

"Oh my gosh, do you still sleep with a nightlight?" I giggled.

"I just haven't found time to get rid of it!" he said quickly, except I saw his blush in the pale glow.

"Fine, unplug it," I said casually.

Grayson hesitated. "Okay, fine, maybe I just like it."