Your bedroom.

"Oh Darius, I totally forgot to furnish one of the room upstairs or downstairs. On the other hand, you can stay with Heather for the time being," she says.

"Really? Will she mind?" he asks.

Before you answer, your mother's piercing eyes silence you, and she says, "No she won't mind. Now Heather, will you show Mr. Clark to his room."

You obey but hold your anger inside. You lead Darius down the hall and across the bridge and open the door to your room. Darius follows you into room and drops his bags onto the floor.

"This is a nice room. Thanks Heather," he remarks.

"You know, I nev-" your voice is interrupted by your sudden turn around which impacts your arms and chest upon Darius's body.

Your face stares at his black undershirt and to get your footing, you grab onto his jacket until you come face to face with his face.