Nathan’s POV
We made it up to the second floor by the elevator. It sounded as if people were already starting to arrive for the party because I could hear the din of chatter from the floor below as we entered the second-floor hallway.
“So most of this floor is bedrooms and bathrooms,” I advised.
“Which was your room, Nathan?” Amelie asked.
“This one over here,” I pointed and led her by the hand to the door.
“Oh no, you’re going to be in trouble for having a girl in your room,” Amelie joked.
"Actually, you’re the first girl ever to be in my room,” I said, running my hand through my hair.”
“Really?” Amelie questioned. “That seems hard to believe.”
I pulled her inside the room, “Well, Grandfather didn’t want girls in my room, so I used the pool house as my make-out hideaway.”
“Nathan
