Chapter 22. Homesick

MICHELLE

I couldn’t help but feel a chill run down my spine as the water felt as cold as ice against my skin, even though there was still a significant amount of steam present. Before allowing my instinct to take over, I patiently waited for the door to firmly close behind the guys for a few fleeting moments.

My hand slipped on the slippery shower handle, and I was unable to successfully turn off the spray. The momentary pleasure I had experienced as a result of a quick shower quickly dissipated, and I was left with an uncomfortable feeling of fullness in my stomach.

I was in such a hurry to finish drying off before I changed into a new set of pajamas, and creeping my way down the eerie hall to room 218 with my belongings pressed up to my bindingless chest. However, because I was in such a stupor as a result of what I had overheard, I was not as careful as I should have been with the door.

It creaked, and the resonant screech ricocheted off the walls, pinning