Bayley leaned back in one of the comfy chairs as she looked around the resort lobby — it was big, that was for sure. Her eyes landed on Mia, who was standing with a few of her WWE travel crew, talking and laughing. Mia didn’t notice Bayley staring, and she quickly looked away when one of the agents began speaking.

“Alright ladies, listen up! Since we’ve got a huge group, the room assignments had to be randomized. I know y’all were hoping to bunk with your friends, but hey — maybe this’ll be a good way to connect with someone new on tour,” the staff member said with an awkward smile, earning a round of groans and eye-rolls from the women wrestlers around the lobby.

“Okay, I’m gonna start calling names. When I do, grab your bags and head to your rooms ASAP. We don’t wanna clog the lobby all night.” The agent moved to the center of the crowd.

Bayley stood with a light sigh, reaching for her suitcase. She honestly didn’t care who she was paired with — she wasn’t planning to do much talking anyway. But her thoughts came to a full stop when she heard her name.

“Bayley and... Mia.” The agent held out the key.

Bayley blinked, then her lips curled into a mischievous little smirk. She pushed through the crowd toward the agent. “Thanks,” she said with a light chuckle, taking the key from their hand. She looked around and spotted Mia — and the expression on her face was gold. Bayley strutted over, swinging the key slightly between her fingers. “Shall we?” she teased, brushing past Mia and heading for the stairs.

She unlocked the door and stepped into the room, running a hand through her hair. A whole week sharing space with Mia? This was going to be interesting. As she walked in deeper, she paused — and burst out laughing.

A single, beautiful queen bed.

Bayley tossed her suitcase right onto it and raised both hands in mock surrender. “Looks like we’re real close tonight, cariño,” she said playfully. She was very wrong, though.

Now she was tossing and turning on the damn floor, trying to find any sliver of comfort. Nope — not happening. She still couldn’t believe Mia made her sleep down here until they could maybe — maybe — get a different room. If they even would. Hours had passed, and sleep was nowhere in sight.

A crash and car horn outside made her groan in frustration. “No sleep for the wicked, huh,” she muttered, flipping onto her back with a sigh.

Then — BAM.

The air whooshed out of her lungs like she’d taken a spear in the ring. She gasped and opened her eyes, but the room was pitch black. She felt hands on her chest, followed by a sleepy groan.

Mia had rolled off the bed and landed right on top of her.

Bayley froze, then grinned as she felt Mia’s hands — still very much planted on her chest. “Those are my boobs, cariño,” she said with a raspy chuckle. Mia immediately yanked her hands away in horror.

“Woah, don’t stop on my account,” Bayley added, her smirk growing as she casually slid her hands up to Mia’s hips.