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“Hard pass. I think we are fine up here.” I look back at Damien, and he nods.
“Suit yourself.” Addy hugs me and waves to Damien as she bounces off.
“Well, she’s …” Damien bites his lips as he searches for the right word to describe my roommate.
“Extra. Dramatic. Excitable. Extroverted as fuck. I think you were looking for something along those lines.”
He laughs at me as he throws his arm around my shoulder. Then he leans in and kisses the side of my head. “Yeah, any of those would work.”
“You know what? I need to find a bathroom. Here, hold this for me, I’ll be right back.” I hand him my cup of gross-as-fuck beer.
“You want me to come with you?”
I shake my head. “No. I’ll be fine. Besides, we have a sweet spot right here.” He nods to me as I turn toward the doors back inside the house.
As I make my way back into the hot and very crowded house, I begin searching for a bathroom.
It boggles my mind how many people are stuffed into these walls, and also, how the hell are they going to get this all cleaned?
I push through what I think is a common area to find a hallway that has a line stemming from a door.
Well, fuck.
I’m pretty sure I found the bathroom, but there is no way I can hold it that long. There has to be another bathroom around here somewhere.
Retreating back to where I came from, I walk around to where we came in at. There’s a set of stairs that is roped off, but no one is paying attention to anything other than the group of people doing beer bongs.
I seize the opportunity to sneak past the ropes and run up the stairs as fast as I can. The last thing I need is to be caught. I just need to fucking pee.
At the top of the stairs, I am greeted by a shit ton of doors. I decide to walk to the back of the hallway, so no one sees me standing there.
I reach a door on my right and I open it.
My mouth drops open. This room is a complete one-eighty from the mess downstairs. It’s pristine. I shut the door behind me and take in the space.
There is not a single thing on the dark wooden floor. The four-poster bed is made up with a black comforter.
I turn toward the desk to find not a single book on it. It almost looks like it hasn’t been used. I look past the desk to see a door open and a bathroom beyond that door.
With a quickness, I rush into the bathroom, shutting the door and relieving the pressure on my poor bladder. I let out a long sigh as soon as I finish. I quickly get myself back together and wash my hands.
I grab hold of the door handle and saunter out of the bathroom a much happier Rory. As I get to the middle of the bedroom, the door opens, and my eyes widen.
The last person I was expecting comes walking through.
“What the fuck are you doing in my room, Rory?” His eyes narrow at me as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.
I hold up my hands in defense. “Dekker…”
Chapter Twelve
AURORA
“Dekker…”My entire body is frozen as he starts toward me. “I … please … I …”
A hand wraps around my throat as he lets out a growl. “I am going to ask again. What the fuck are you doing in my fucking room?”
He squeezes a little tighter, and I am sure my eyes are bulging out of their sockets. My heart is racing and ready to burst through my chest.