While the words slipped out of her mouth, Waverly felt an irresistible sense of dread and tranquillity. Did she actually just say that? What was he thinking? Did he think she was insane? H*ll, she thought she was insane.
Sawyer kept focused on her and stood up. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t. He presented his hand to her, which she took, and without breaking eye contact, lifted her onto her feet and led her through the music room and down the hall to a space she had never seen. He opened the door and pulled her inside, shutting it behind them. Waverly noticed the king-sized bed and quickly understood where this was going.