HORSEGUARD HOTEL
POV MARCELINE
After staying in the hotel bar for the rest of the day, I snuck back up into our room. It was almost one in the morning, and I doubted Grey was still awake. I had devoured a giant cheeseburger and several long islands. I was giggling to myself, remembering Stacy's stupid face, as I unlocked our door.
The lights were all off, and Grey's back was to me from the bed. He looked like he was breathing slowly, but I tried my best not to make too much noise. 'Dumb boys,' I thought to myself and took off my shoes, throwing them in the corner.
"Marceline?" Grey asked, turning to face me.
"Whoopsie, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I said and tossed my bag by the door.
"Are you drunk?" he continued and sat up to look at me.
"What'd you care," I replied. I bent
