The strong arms stroking my back stops for a moment and suddenly, I'm left cold again. I try to open my eyes but I can barely manage to do that. I hear footsteps and before long, the sound of the windows closing is heard.
The room gets a little warmer as the cold reduces, a button is pressed and soon, the air conditioner is off. It's still quite cold but not as terrible as it was before.
My eyes slowly throw themselves open, the room is dark so I can barely make out anything. I'm certain I'm laying on the bed because it's fuzzy and comfortable. Slowly but surely, my mind tries to register who it was that held me that way. Was it Romero? Did he really bring me to his bed.
I shrug of my thoughts when I start getting chilly again. I rub my arms together before grabbing the covers on the be
