CHAPTER 35
Scintilla
- a tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely-visible trace
Origin: Latin
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"Can I come in?" Nick asked.
I widened the door for him. "Sure."
I think he's not drunk. He doesn't smell liqour at all. He walks inside my room and I headed to the bed while he stands right across me. He's looking at me while we were alone in this dim room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
I gazed at my watch, as if I dont know the time. "It's already one in the morning."
"The frat house was too loud, I couldn't sleep."
My eyebrows creasing. "You mean to say you want to sleep here?"
"Can I?" he asked.
I stared at him. "Sure."
I slightly moved and crawled to my bed while he walks closer to me. He sits on top of the mattress and I settled myself on down. He kicks
