The next day, I stayed holed up in my room, too mortified to show my face. If there was a “Most Embarrassing Moments” highlight reel for my life, yesterday would be the star of the show. How do you even bounce back from being caught sniffing someone’s shirt?
Just in case you’re wondering—no, there isn’t. I even did a quick internet search, and let me tell you, the results were downright depressing.
Room service knocked once, and I collected the food like a hermit collecting scraps. No lingering in the common area. No risking an encounter with Mr. Thorne. I ate quickly, shoved the tray outside the door, and crawled back under the covers. If disappearing into a hole in the ground had been an option, I would’ve gladly taken it.
I sat cross-legged on the bed, scrolling my phone for distrac
