“Layne, we should talk about what happened,” Nate said on the other side of the door—loud enough to be heard through the door but hopefully not loud enough to be overheard. Panic washed through me, and I quickly slithered out from under Royce. Grabbing my robe and hastily tying it around myself, I rushed to my door. “I really don’t think we do,” I replied in a hushed voice, opening the door just a crack to prevent him yelling our private business all over the house.
well when are yall gonna talk about it!!!!
