Sophia
I force myself to stop being a coward and push open the door to my bedroom, a tad too violent. While I’m in desperate need of a shower and my hair begs to be washed after that lovely grease infusion I suffered earlier, I also note that it looks like I’ll be spending the night alone, so why bother?
I make the biggest mistake by crawling straight into bed, pissed off on Greyson but too proud to try and contact him. After tossing and turning for a good half hour, I get up with a groan and head to the bathroom for a shower. I’m too filthy and disgusting to even be able to sleep.
Finally, when I’m all clean and smelling less like fried drumsticks and more like chamomile and lavender, I get out of the bathroom, fully intending of trying my luck with sleep, again. Too bad that as soon
