Angela’s eyes fluttered open. She looked around and discovered she was in an unfamiliar room. She tried to recollect how she got here, then it dawned on her. This must be Tristan’s room in his parents house.
It was a very beautiful room, though not as big as the one in his place but still very nice. There was a poster of a famous rockstar on the wall, a study desk with neatly arranged books of different genres, a gaming console, a large flatscreen television and even his bed was a queen size bed so it would definitely contain the both of them.
There was just one problem, Tristan was no where to be found. His clothes on the bed indicated that he had undressed and gotten ready for bed but where was he?
She was already sweating now, so she got up, turned off the heater and took off the sw
