The sight of Elijah sitting in my room, in the dark nonetheless, like he is king of the suite shocks the hell out of me. I had just got done having a great night with my friends, trying to let loose, to forget the searing pain in my heart seeing him with that beautiful blonde, and now I have to deal with him in my room. Probably just the minimal amounts of alcohol running through my veins talking, but he does look as handsome as can be and the look in his eyes are blazing infernos of want and need. FML.
"What do you mean by that? You upgraded my room? Why the hell would you do that? I don't need you to be my knight in shining armor, not anymore. I was quite happy with the ordinary room I booked." I eye him with irritation and anger. More anger than irritation because everything that was s
