164. Good things from the past

Kiara’s POV

Marcus has been acting weird.

First he asked to share a bed with me in the cottage last night, and now he was willing to sign us up in the same room. When I’d asked him why we couldn’t stay in separate rooms now that we were at the verge of separation, he gave me a glare.

“No couple stays in different rooms.”

“But we’re not a couple.” I shrugged, “And I doubt the people around will notice anything.”

“I don’t want to risk it.” He said, “Like it or not, as long as we’re here, we need to act like the perfect couple.”

I scoffed at him. “Like it or not?” I repeated, “As if I were the one that had a problem with anything.”

“We’re going to stay in the same room. End of discussion.”

“Geez, fine.” I said, playfully slapping his arm.

Mere seconds ago, he was the perfect gentleman who would open the door for me and help me carry my bags, but within seconds he went back to being a rude idiot. Sometimes I really think he was hormonal. Nothing else could explain this bipolar na