"It is," Calvin answered cryptically while approaching a low-stationed window that was about a foot or two from the ground. My guess was that it connected to the basement, though I would hardly call this an entrance. "The drop isn't very far, but the window is a bit snug. You should still be able to squeeze through, though," he mumbled while crouching to the ground and slipping himself through feet first.
Eric insisted I go next and helped me maneuver my way through the small hole. I was halfway inside when I felt a pair of hands settle dangerously low on my back. I swatted them away instantly, preferring to fall the rest of the way than have something grab my butt while using the excuse that they were helping. In truth, the only hands that felt right on my body were Ken's. I landed to my
