Haha. The girls snuck
out to celebrate.
I’m going to have to
rely on the good
old-fashioned way of
blankets and heaters.
Do you want to come
up to my room?
I was no longer cold. A rush of heat lit up every vein, as my heart pumped the liquid lava around. My fingers shook as I typed him back.
Sure, we could
finish our book.
Top floor room
714.
Fancy.
It’s good to be
me. Hurry up.
In the same manner as Heather, I peeked my head outside to make sure nobody was lurking about. When I was positive it was clear, I dashed toward the stairwell, not wanting to risk the elevator.
My knees felt wobbly as I made it up the stairs and to Trip’s room.
It’s just Trip, McKenna. Stop acting weird. This isn’t any different than if he was at your house.
Even with my little pep talk, I still had to wipe the sweat from my palms before I went to knock on his door. My hand didn’t have time to connect with the door, Trip opened it and pulled me inside, shutting it firmly behind him.
“What took you so long?”
“I took the stairs. I didn’t want to get caught.”
Trip smiled and pulled me farther into his room.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed when I noticed the view.
Trip was right. It was good to be him if this was the type of room you were given. The sunk-in living room had black marble floors with a large comfy looking couch. The wall was a giant window showing off everything the city had to offer. On the side was a kitchen and two doors leading to the other rooms.
“Wait until you see the room.” Trip grabbed my arm and pulled me through one of the doors.
The room was impressive. The large bed took up a huge portion of the area. The covers were already pulled down as if Trip had been in bed. I shook my head, banishing that thought.
“Go ahead,” Trip said, still holding on to my hand.
“Go ahead what?” A bloom of a blush heated my cheeks.
“McKenna, don’t act like I don’t know you. Get it over with so we can listen to our book.”
