Aurora’s POV
The bowling alley was smaller than what I was used to. Our old pack had one that was twice the size, but it was older and reeked of cigarette smoke. This alley was smaller, but the equipment all seemed new and the air smelled nothing like cigarettes.
“Dillion found this place, he said you’d love it.” Faith explained.
Who would’ve known that his history obsession would turn out to be such a good thing? He was right though; I could see this place easily becoming my new favorite hideout outside of my bedroom. My bedroom wasn’t safe anymore. I was plagued with thoughts of him touching and kissing me. My body would ignite like a moth to a flame. I couldn’t deny him.
The door opened after us with Dillion and Alex standing sheepishly in the doorway. What the hell were they doing here? I thought this was just supposed to be me and Faith tonight. I looked at Faith confused, and she smiled at me guiltily. What had she done?