"Sometimes I wonder what you think of me." I said, walking up the stairs. "I mean, seriously, I'm officially nineteen years old and I am fully capable of making it to the third floor all by myself."
After peeling off me, Dominic insisted on walking me to my apartment. Not surprisingly, I made a little show back downstairs, trying to make it clear to him that I wasn't a damsel in distress needing an escort to make it up a flight of stairs. But he didn't seem to listen to my complaints and caught the door when I tried to close it right in his face. During our walk up I almost run, wanting to show him I could make it without him. But even with me jumping every second step, his long legs were still able to catch up with me.
Stupid tall people.
By the time I reached my apartment door, I was
