Scott's POV

“Sorry, you can't get through.” One of the men said, his hand clutching the gun at his side.

I balled my fist.

“Guests are not allowed.” He repeated.

“Look, we really need our time alone.” Myron said softly, putting his arm around me and hugging me to his side.

I pinched him, wondering what he was doing but he did not stop, instead he tightened his grip on me.

“My boyfriend and I need a room.” He grinned and added, “You can quietly secure a spot for us right?”

The guards exchanged looks.

Seeing that they were hesitating, I played the act and placed my arms around Myron,...