The door her private room is open and although I hear nothing coming from there and all my senses keep telling me to leave and that I'm not welcome, I walk over to the opened door and peep through and there they are cradled together on the bed, in nothing but the bedsheets.
Paris is resting her head on Rory's chest while she sleeps peacefully and Rory's hand is around her, moulding her body close to his and his eyes are closed as he sleeps soundly too.
How long has it been since she called?
Twenty minutes, yeah, a lot can happen in twenty minutes.
Rory shifts a little and as a moan erupts from his mouth and his eyes open and they immediately meet mine and his eyes narrows down at me. I pull back that moment and walk back to the room, planning on running out the next minute and forget e
