A small, sad smile touched my face, and I quickly texted him back.
It has absolutely nothing to do with you or your presence tonight, I promise. Besides, I was already fully planning on rejecting him long before I ever met you on that road.
I locked the screen, tossed the phone onto the nightstand, and just sat there alone in the quiet space for a while, wrapping my arms protectively around my stomach.
Time passed by slowly in the locked room, and I didn't even know how many hours or minutes had slipped away in the dark. Suddenly, the sharp sound of a key turning in the lock echoed through the silence, and the door swung open. For a split second, I thought it was Desmond coming back inside to tell me to stop all of this stubborn drama, but instead, a young house maid walked into the
