I trail quietly behind Jensen as he leads us to his room. He turns his head and scowls.
“You know, you can walk next to me.”
I quirk a brow. “I didn’t realize it mattered where I walked.”
His scowl deepens. “It doesn’t. It just feels... weird.”
I pique a brow. “What? That I’m walking slightly behind you?”
“Forget it,” he mumbles.
I simply shrug.
He swings open his bedroom door and steps aside, allowing me to go in first. He peeks down the hall before closing the bedroom door with a soft click.
“What’s with the secrecy?” I ask.
He ignores my question. Instead, he walks over to his desk and pulls out the chair. “You might want to sit,” he says, motioning for me to do so.
I hesitate and he notices.
Jensen rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to bite.”
“Alright,” I say at last.
I sit do
