Hillary
I grab the door handle and pull it toward myself, stepping out of my room.
“Ahhh!” I scream when I realize there’s someone standing so close to my doorway.
Ben.
“Oh my God, you scared me,” I say, scanning his frame with my eyes.
He looks pale and tired this morning, probably the reason we’re taking another day off.
“Hi. Good morning,” he says casually, leaning against the wall next to my door.
“Hi.” I smile back awkwardly.
“You were out all day yesterday, but I wanted to apologize for that.” He gestures toward my neck. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. I’m sorry.”
How do I tell him that I liked it when I’m not even proud of the fact that I liked it?
“It’s okay,” I reply.
“What are you doing now?” he immediately changes the topic.
“Uhmm, I’m going down for breakf
