DAPHNE
We reach my room in silence. Ezekiel opens the door without a word, holding it open for me. I step inside, and he follows, the door clicking shut behind him with a final sort of sound that echoes in the quiet.
The room feels smaller now with just the two of us in it, the air thick with unspoken things. I turn to face him, trying not to let my mind drift to the kiss we shared this morning, to the way his touch had lingered longer than it should have. I shake the thought away like a cobweb.
"So," I begin, latching onto something safer. "You told the guards to leave my door?"
Ezekiel slides his hands into the deep pockets of his coat. "There's no point having them stand watch when you'll just sneak out without them noticing." He says, matter-of-factly.
I almost smile at that, alm
