"Housekeeping!"

"Don't worry, I'll handle it," he says, and I nod.

I hear Kent open the door and chat with the lady in the hall for a bit. I slip out of bed, close the doors between the rooms, and pick up the clean clothes I didn't wear earlier.

I lay the clothes on the bed and begin putting on my underwear. While adjusting them for comfort, a smile spreads across my face. It feels like an accomplishment because I got him to talk to me and connect with someone.

As I ...