Bentley and Sara landed on a bed with a soft thud.

Above them, Sara could see the secret panel close. If she hadn't just fallen through that opening, she would have never known it was even there.

She lay back against the pillows and gazed around, feeling slightly dazed. They were in Bentley's golden room that she'd stayed in her first night at his house.

Only now, the windows were dark instead of filled with blazing hot sunshine.

Sara tried to sit up, but Bentley tugged her back down onto the mattress.

"Cozy?" he asked, his voice teasing.

Sara wanted to say yes, but of course, she'd never admit that.

A knock sounded on the door.

Bentley sat up suddenly, releasing Sara's waist. "Enter!" he called.

The door slid open.

Erna stood like a resolute soldier, her blue-lit eyes blinking. "The dogs are here, Mr. Prince," she stated, matter-of-factly.

"Send them in," Bentley said. He dropped back down onto his bed.

Erna stepped back to reveal four long furry snouts.

The dogs pushed through the door and sat down in a row against the wall. When they spotted Sara, the dogs started to whine.

"Oh jeez," Bentley groaned. "You know they won't quiet down until you say 'hi' to them."

Sara bit her lip, hiding a smile, and got up off the bed.

She noticed a small red pill and a glass of water were on the bedside table.

She picked up the pill and water and handed them to Bentley. "I think Erna left these for you."

He rolled onto his side and squinted at her hand. "Man, I could've used this an hour ago!" He tossed the pill into his mouth and downed the glass of water.

"What's the medicine for?" she asked.

He stretched out on the bed, wrapping his hands around the top of the golden headboard. "My friggin' sore nose," he said. "It should heal in a few minutes."

Sara raised an eyebrow. "I think it might take longer than that," she said.

Bentley didn't say anything. He set his empty glass down on the bedside table near him, closing his eyes. He looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Sara approached the dogs. She could see there were four separate dog beds spread around the floor. Along the opposite wall were several dog toys, most of which looked pretty chewed up.

The dogs whined louder as Sara bent down to pet them. She rubbed each of their furry faces and kissed each of them on their soft heads. "Such good boys," she said.

"Do they sleep up on the bed with you?" she called. She craned her neck around and saw that Bentley was peeking out at her from under the pillow on his head.

"Uh...yeah."

Sara got up from the ground. "That's so cute." She checked her phone. "It's getting late. What time do I have to wake up tomorrow to go to the airport?"

Bentley glanced at his flashing watch. "Ridiculously early. You should get to sleep soon."

Sara's insides felt like they were tangled together. She couldn't believe he would actually sleep in the same bed with her. Or would he?

Bentley flipped off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. "Come on, I've got stuff so you can brush your teeth."

Sara pushed her nervous thoughts from her mind and made herself be brave. She followed him into the gleaming, immaculate bathroom.

He reached inside the mirrored cabinet and handed her a brand new toothbrush that was still in its packaging.

She opened it and held it out for him to add toothpaste.

He also added toothpaste to his own toothbrush. He then went to work on his teeth.

Sara had to focus really, really, REALLY hard to not study their reflections in the mirror.

He was still wearing almost nothing and if she blushed now, she'd look like a total wuss.

She tried to imagine he had the head of a T-Rex dinosaur. Watching him perform such an innocent, childlike routine, was almost enough to make her choke up.

Luckily his bathroom had two sinks so she wasn't forced to spit out the toothpaste into the same sink.

But no sooner had she rinsed out her mouth, he leaned over and spit his nasty toothpaste into her sink.

She stared at it, somewhat dumbstruck. "That's disgusting!" she said, pinching her nose so she wouldn't snort.

Bentley stepped closer to her. He used his thumb to rub a smudge of toothpaste off of her chin. "You missed a spot," he said. His eyes were now a deep milk chocolate, and the lights above them made them look slightly golden.

Sara had to shut her own eyes when he touched her to keep herself level-headed. He's T-Rex! He's T-Rex! He's T-Rex!

She felt him move away from her to take a sip from the tap water.

"Where am I sleeping?" Sara asked softly. She held her breath, waiting for his answer.