I froze with my hand on the door. I wanted to turn back and look at him, but I didn’t. I knew what Emerson was like. I stood there for a few seconds as the room grew tenser. And then I smiled.
I opened the door and left, not closing it behind me, not making a move to acknowledge his words or acknowledge him at all. I went straight to my room, with a mixture of emotion within myself.
I was fuming with anger, but for some reason, I couldn’t explain, I was smiling. And then, out of nowhere, I started laughing. I didn’t even know what was so funny.
'What the hell is wrong with Emerson? What is wrong with him?' I thought to myself.
'He did not just say that to me.' But I knew he did.
He just did. I sat on the bed, replaying every second of our night together in my head. It was amazing.
