The morning came way too soon, and I wanted to spend every possible second with Dastien. Rather than going down to the cafeteria, we ate the contents of my mini-fridge for breakfast. Sure, not all of it was exactly breakfast food, but it did the job.
By seven we were both dressed and all my bags waited by the door. “I guess we should go.”
“Wouldn’t want you to be late.”
His sarcasm annoyed me. “No. I don’t want to be late. We made a deal, and we need to follow through. I’m not going to give them any reason to point fingers at us. I’ll follow the rules, so that when I come back, they’ll have no complaints.”
“Do you really think that’s going to happen?”
Honestly, no. “I have to hope that I’m doing this for a reason. That I’m not putting you—us through this for nothing. I’m trying to sto
