“Right…so what did we interrupt?” he walks over to her pulling her into a hug, and I’ve never seen him like this.

“It’s none of your business,” she hugs him looking at me at her. “So how’s it old man?”

They move around me talking like it was no big deal that I was here, like I was always here. She walks to her smiling this smile that…that can only be for her. They stare at each other like they’re the only ones in the room, like they only exist in this world.

“It’s going ok…so Shane this is Alexis Nichols. Alex this is Shane McCutcheon and Carmen Morales.” they smile and nod there heads there arms wrapped lazily around each other.

“Hi,” it’s all I can think to say, all that there really is.

“Hey Alexis…so you want to see your room?” she nods her head in the direction of the stairs, and she stands up straight.

“What ever,” shit I shouldn’t have said that. “I mean yeah, I would like that.”

She smiles faintly, and walks staring at her feet. She’s different than all the others…she’s cool. The only way to explain just what she is she gives off the air of James Dean. Following her, she doesn’t really do anything like the others she just walks, struts really. She glances back stopping at the farthest door from the stairs, and waits for me to catch up. She doesn’t open the door; she just plays with her hand and points to the door. I can smell her cologne as I walk in, and it’s completely bare…definitely different from all the others.

“I uh…I use to hate when they decorated it for me. It always felt like they wanted me to play some role for them,” her voice low truthful. “Just throw your shi- stuff in there and we’ll go back down.”

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My skin still hot from her touch, and I can’t stop thinking of her tongue. My hands shaking slightly from meeting her, from watching her look around. The way she studied my every move and Shane’s, how her eyes paused on the windows and doors. She does that same look that Shane does when she feels trapped, like she’s looking for a way out.