Dimitra decided she had to be nuts. She couldn’t believe she’d agreed to Miklos’ game. Now she was laying in her bed with her fingertips still pressed against the thin wall which separated their beds wondering what he was doing. Where he’d been for the last hour was unknown, but he was in his room again.
He was whistling in his room. It was a song she knew well and grimaced. Had he hacked her playlist favorites? Modern Shakedown. Is this what he was doing? Does he think she stole from him and wanted it back? If so, what was it? Her romantic silly little heart was thinking his love and she groaned loudly and gave an expletive filled shout into the air at her stupidity.
The whistling ceased and she suddenly missed it. Where was he? The clatter of him climbing into his bed made her inch bac
