Chapter 33

• I'd gone back to the counter and after awkwardly explaining that I'd forgotten my room number, the woman had been kind enough to not only tell me my room, but instruct a concierge  to show me to it.
• When I stood before the door, the boy with a full head of curls smiled down at me, showcasing a dimple on his cheek, then before turning to leave, he winked at me, leaving me staring at his tall, retreating figure.
• Why couldn't I be into gorgeous boys like that? I mean, I was: if Gerad Justin was any indication. But apparently fate knew better--or less--by shackling me with a brooding man I could barely stay a day without mentally cursing at.