Hell yes he was going, but James didn’t say that, instead, he followed her, sticking close as she climbed the stairs and started down the hall.
“You go ahead, I put my bags in here earlier, I didn’t want to pressure you. Let me grab what I need and I’ll be right behind you.” James ducked into the bedroom he’d used the last time he’d been here, and dug out his hygiene bag and a clean pair of underwear before continuing down the hall to Ally’s bedroom. The door stood open, inviting him in. he stepped inside and looked around for the first time. He wasn’t surprised to find it mostly utilitarian. With only a few frills and decorative bits, a bit of lace on her dresser and a large intricate knit piece on the wall, both looked handmade and like they took hours. He wondered if she’d made them he
