Once I was inside the house, I made my way upstairs and into one of the guest rooms.
Instead of locking the door- like I usually did when I got angry at Dylan- I left it open.
Not ten minutes had passed before I heard Dylan making his way up the stairs. I turned myself in the bed, and pretended to be asleep.
He didn't take long to notice that I wasn't in our room. When he opened the door to the guest room I was in, I stopped hearing noise.
I wanted to look up and see what he was doing, but I held my place and didn't move.
"I know you're awake," Dylan said, but he didn't come any closer.
"I'm awake," I stated, even though I was disappointed that he'd figured it out.
"You were in a hotel room with him for over an hour," Dylan said. I was curious to see his expression, but I didn't dar
