"Yes. I'm surprised he has you down here and not in the west wing where all of the girls stay." She shrugs and turns to leave.
My eyes flutter with the information as I inhale deeply. Why did Landon want me so close? Is this a game to him? My feelings, my emotions, my life?
"Do the other girls live here, too?" I question, still looking at his door.
"They come and go," she informs me. I tear my eyes from Landon's door finally and find a bright-eyed Jean looking back at me.
"Goodnight, Charlie." Jean smiles.
"Night," I whisper, my eyes trailing back to Landon's door. I wonder what his room looks like. Is it just a room, or does it look like a house? Is he a slob, or very clean?
I shake my head and open the door to my room.
A large canopy bed sits in the middle, white and black she
