Page 422 of Rock Me All Night
I blink my eyelids together. The hotel is right around the corner. It's a three-minute walk. I can make it three minutes.
"Excuse me." I push off the couch. "I'm really tired. I'm going to crash in my room."
"I'll walk you," Miles offers.
"No. I need some time to think." I wipe my eyes and turn back to Pete and Miles with my besteverything is greatsmile. "Thanks for offering."
"You sure?" Miles asks.
"Positive. Have fun." I turn before they can object further.
It's difficult to cut through the crowd with every ounce of strength fleeing my body. Finally, I make it to the street. It's a warm night. Humid. By the time I'm in the air-conditioned hotel lobby, my hair is sticking to my skin.
There's no sign of Tom. It's better that no one will see me in this sorry state. I skip the elevator—too much chance I'll run into someone—in favor of walking the four floors to my room.
My bed beckons me. I turn off the lights and throw myself on the mattress. Okay, this is it. This is all the crying over Tom I'm going to do. I might as well make it count.
I curl into a ball and give in to the tears rolling down my cheek.
I'm about to collapse when there's a knock at my door. I'm lucky people care enough to check on me. At the moment, it's hard to muster any gratitude.
With great effort, I push myself off the bed, make my way to the door, and look out the peephole.
It's Tom.
