Stacey’s POV:
I waited until the final voices had receded from the dining room, until the hotel itself seemed to exhale into silence.
My heart was pounding so loudly that I knew someone would be able to hear it. I bolted back to my room, shed my rigid dinner clothes, and crawled into the first things I could find: loose sweatpants and a loose crop top that left my stomach bare. It wasn't sexy. It wasn't supposed to be. I just had to move to breathe.
I cracked the door and peeked both ways down the hall—clear and good.
I slipped out, my heart racing against my chest, every step swift and quiet. When I reached Noah's room, I found that it was already open.
I’m not even going to ask how on earth you knew where his room was.
No hesitation. No time to think. I slipped in and closed it
