Page 20 of The Other Side
“You have to pull the door toward you, while you turn the key, when it sticks,” he whispered as he performed the same motion. My door quietly clicked open, but I stood frozen at the threshold, his arms still around me.
“Mine does the same thing,” Chance answered my unspoken question.
“Yours…” I murmured, trying desperately to hang on to any semblance of sense left in me. I still wanted him. Despite everything he’d done, my body still wanted him.
I was on the verge of pulling him into the room with me when he replied, “I’m right next door.”
I gulped. Of course he was.
There was no escaping Chance Harper, it seemed. But I wasn’t going to give up so easily.
Wordlessly, I retreated into my room, closing the door in his face.
“Goodnight, Violet.” He chuckled on the other side of the door before the sound of his footsteps faded back down the hall.
