The Rules of Regret by Squires Megan

Author:Squires, Megan [Squires, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-09-29T14:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I folded the last piece of clothing into the dresser and tossed my duffel bag into the towering wardrobe, latching the mahogany door back into place.

“I still don’t see how this is okay with him,” Torin chimed from the front of the hotel room. I heard the slam of a drawer first and then his footsteps as he entered the room. Lance had gotten us a suite, so I took the room in the back and Torin claimed the fold out sofa as his own. And now he stood in the doorway separating the two spaces, his tanned arms zigzagged over his chest. “I don’t get how he’s alright with us sharing a room.”

“You heard him,” I said, taking my toiletry bag to the adjoining bathroom. The mirror stretched all the way to the ceiling and the lights that hung on it glittered against the glass like amber stars. Even the hotel bathroom was excessively ornate. Seriously, all you were supposed to do in here was pee. It really didn’t call for gilded drawer handles and golden encrusted faucets. Oh, the McIversons and their overstated tastes.

I settled my makeup bag onto the marble countertop and stared myself down in the oversized mirror. I looked sort of awful. That was fitting, because I felt sort of awful. One day (okay, maybe two) of deception and the lying had taken an obvious physical toll. By the end of the trip, I’d look like death warmed over. “We have to share because he said there was only one room available.”

“So why aren’t you staying with him?” Torin plopped onto the foot of my bed, his legs tucked up under him. He was tense, and the muscle that pulsed at the back of his jaw did this tightening, then relaxing, thing that made me grit my teeth in an attempt to steady my erratic breathing. I’d never felt asthmatic before, but Torin did something strange to my respiratory system.

“He can’t have guests at his apartment. Something to do with his internship. I don’t know.”

“I know it doesn’t bug you, but I’m starting to feel a little insecure about him being so okay with me hanging around.” Torin flicked his head to shake the hair from his forehead. He was way overdue for a haircut. Maybe I should add that to our agenda today: lose the disheveled, untidy mane. “I might not be a McIverson, but I don’t think I’m repulsive.”

I bracketed my hands on the curved ledge of the bathroom counter and laughed lightly. “You’re not repulsive, Torin.”

“No. I just make you gag.”

After placing my toothbrush in a glass near the sink, I exited the bathroom to join him at the foot of my bed. “You don’t make me gag.” Well, he did, but not for the reasons he thought.

“That’s not true. It’s happened twice now.”

I dragged in an extended breath and closed my eyes, knowing things were about to get seriously awkward. “I may or may not have told Lance that you might be gay.

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