Chapter 62
- BLAIR POV
- The morning sun cast a hash spotlight on the unlocked door that separated my room from Ronnell's. Burrowing deeper, I stared at it from my bed, my fluffy covers pulled up around my ears, willing myself to get up and lock it.
- But it would be fruitless. If Ronnell wanted to be inside my room again, he would undoubtedly find a way to lock it or not.