♔Eustacia (P.O.V)
“This is it,” Tristen says as he sits me carefully on the ground.
“Behind the big bad white door, right? Not the hallway?” I ask humorously.
“Smartass,” he breathes as he gently grasps my chin, pulling me close to him. He pulls me on top of his shoes, sending a chill through my bare feet. Smoothly, he bends down gently, headbutting his forehead against mine, staying there for a few seconds.
“May I?” he asks, staring at my lips.
“Perhaps after you show me the shower,” I giggle as I hop backward off his feet.
"Fine,” he whines as he opens the door. “Welcome to my humble room, it’s not much, but it’ll do,” he says as he motions his left hand into the opening.
The large size room was a typical square shape. Toward the very far wall across from the door was a large quee
