Chapter 11 - Rough Night

• “I...I don’t,” I struggled to clear my throat. “I don’t see the need for us to, you know, need to share a bed—a room.”
• My face flushed uncontrollably as I felt James’ eyes peer into my. Good God. There was no way I could have sounded any more of a stuttering mess if I’d tried. There was nothing, truly not a single reason in the world why we needed to take things as far as that.
• James raised a single brow and made off down the various hallways till he began ascending the stairs. My stomach twisted and churned.