"I want you to stay the night today baby," Dillon whispers in my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin. I nod with a small smile creeping onto my lips. "Go upstairs to my room while I talk to my father," he orders softly and hands me keys. "Doors are locked," he tells me. I do as I'm told.
As he said the door is locked which makes me wonder why he locks it. I remember him saying that his bedroom door will always be open for me. But he never mentioned why it's closed. I open it with the key and enter the dim room. I close the door behind me but don't lock it because I know Dillon will be coming up soon.
I sit down on the overly comfortable bed and lean against the headboard. Time passes slowly and Dillon still hasn't come back upstairs so I pull a blanket up over my legs and hug my knees. S
