After I was done eating, I excused myself and walked back to my room. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a breath longer than necessary. Scott had said he’d come join me in the room in a few minutes so he could make it up to me after what happened last night. 

I paced a little, glanced at the mirror, and tried to adjust my robe and hair like it mattered. The bed linens were smooth from the way I had straightened them earlier, perfectly unwrinkled. 

Waiting felt longer. ...