As it turned out, it ended up taking another half an hour before they were able to find a room with a vacancy, and even then Lydia had emerged from the front office with only two rooms to show for. Of course almost immediately, Malia had snatched one of the room's card keys and dragged Stiles off to a room of their own, leaving the others share a single room.

Considering the hotel clerks over wiliness to accept Derek's ID without actually ever seeing him, Scott had figured the rooms would hardly be better than the suicide motel they had been in at the track meet, but looking around, the room actually turned out to be somewhat decent. It wasn't exactly the four seasons, but the sheets were clean and if there were any questionable stains in the room, Scott couldn't see them.

Not that anyone seemed to care. Driven by exhaustion, it hadn't take long before the team had settled themselves in the room with the still passed out Derek lying on the bed furthest from the door, Lydia on the opposite bed, and Bredaen sprawled out on the couch.

Scott sighed. It looked like he was going to be stuck camping out on the floor tonight. Not that he really minded, just so long as Kira was able to bunk with Lydia, which, given the protective role Lydia had taken over her, seemed likely.

Reluctantly, Scott eyed the door. Speaking of which, he figured he should probably head out to the car and wake her.

While for the most part, the others had woken up naturally one by one as they stopped to check the various hotels, Kira had somehow managed to remain fast asleep. He had planned on waking her up after they had finally found a room, but when the time had come, he couldn't bring himself to do it. With one of her arms tucked under her head as a pillow, both of her legs curled against her stomach, and a small sleep drenched smile on her lips, it seemed somehow wrong to wake her. So instead, he had simply brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, biting back a smile when she shifted ever so slightly into his touch, and grabbed the bags from the back.

Though, now that they were situated in a room and about to fall asleep, he couldn't exactly let her spend all night in the jeep alone. He sighed. Maybe if he was lucky he could just carry her in without waking her.

Dropping both bags from his shoulder, he pocketed one of the spare key cards and started to turn towards the door when he caught Lydia eyeing him from over her phone.

His eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing," she said, the innocent look in her eyes effectively canceled out by the sly smile on her lips.

He paused for a second, eying her cautiously before shaking his head. Unless Stiles was there to serve as a translator, trying to figure out what Lydia was up to half the time was pointless. Without another word he turned around and headed out the door.

It wasn't until he was making his way toward the jeep that he realized anything was wrong. He couldn't hear Kira's heartbeat. In an instant he was beside the jeep, throwing open the door in a mad rush only to find the back seat empty. A panic seized his chest, and instinctively his eyes flashed red.

His mind ran through scenarios at a mile a minute, his grip tightening against the jeep's door, making the metal bend under the pressure, as each new possibility entered his head. What if whatever chased them back on the road and in the church had caught up with them? What if she had woken up and wandered off, thinking something was wrong? What if Kate had tracked them down and found..

"Scott."A gentle hand pressed against his shoulder.

He spun around, eyes still glowing and muscles tense, to find Kira staring at him with wide eyes. Instantly he relaxed, his eyes fading back to their normal shade of brown, but hers stayed open and alert.

She lowered her voice. "Scott what's wrong?"

He blinked once twice, feeling the embarrassment creeping up on him fast. "Nothing I just….I mean," he motioned pointlessly towards the car. "You weren't in the jeep anymore and I just thought that maybe something had happened and," he cleared his throat, his hand going up to awkwardly rub the back of his neck, "I was worried."

"Oh" she said. The look of confusion on her face was quickly overshadowed by a blush. "Sorry I just got Lydia's text so I was at the front desk."

"What text?"

Kira's blush deepened. "Well she said that you were busy helping the others settle into their room, and Stiles and Malia had taken up the bed in the other room so she called the front desk and went ahead and got a third room. You know so everyone would have a bed. She asked me to pick up the key." Her face lit up. "Which reminds me," she said swinging her backpack off her shoulder. After a second of searching through the side pocket she fished out a small rectangular card key and held it out to Scott. "Here."

Numbly he took it, starring down at it curiously before looking back up at her.

"Wait but I thought," he paused. His eyes slipped past Kira towards the front of the hotel where he was somehow not surprised to find the vacancy sign still lit.

Well at least that explained what Lydia had been up to.

He shook his head, ignoring the curious look she shot him. "Never mind."

As it turned out, their room ended up being just two rooms down from the one Lydia, Derek, and Braeden were staying in and was identical to it in nearly every detail. Well that was except for one minor difference. Scott stood off to the side of the room, his eyes glued to the one and only bed in the room, debating whether or not he should be cursing Lydia or thanking her.

Kira on the other hand, didn't seem to be affected by their current situation whatsoever. Walking in behind Scott, she plopped her bag onto the nearby chair, without so much as a glance at the bed, and started routing through it.

"Right or left?"

His eyes darted up, surprised by her question, only to find her turned around, PJs in hand and staring at him expectantly. Only then that he was able to get his first real look at her since they had gotten into the room. A barely noticeable flush was creeping up the side of her neck, and her hands were gripping her clothes just a little too tightly to be natural. That and the fact that he could hear her heartbeat practically hammering against her chest, told him one thing.

She was nervous.

She chewed anxiously against her bottom lip as she waited for his answer and he couldn't help his eyes from flickering down to them at the movement.

God he wanted to kiss her.

He cleared his throat. "Right…Right side's fine."

She nodded her head and for a second he was almost positive she was about to say something else. But the next moment, with nothing but a shy smile, she ducked her head and made her way towards the bathroom to change. The whole time Scott's eyes followed her.

It wasn't until after the door had slammed shut that he finally blinked. Then the panic set in.

The last time they had shared a bed he had kissed her. Which was nice, really really nice, but if he kissed her again maybe that's all she would think it was; stolen kisses behind closed doors. Then again if he didn't kiss when they had a room completely to themselves, a rarity these days, then she might take it to mean he wasn't interested at all. He rubbed his temple.

God he was an idiot.

Suddenly his head snapped up at the sound of the bathroom door squeaking open. He gulped.

Now or never.

Next and final chapter coming up soon and this one is going to be steamy…..YAY (ps. Reviews make me write faster… just an FYI)