Chapter 24: If Kylie had a nickel

Brandon. Where to begin? We walked around the city until about two in the morning. He was a perfect gentleman, and even walked me to the door of my room before saying goodnight. I felt like I should have kissed him. A big part of me wanted to bring him into the room and do things that the cleaning people would give each other knowing looks about the next morning. You know, those things they talk about on Dateline while waving around a black light. But I didn’t. I didn’t do either one. He said good night, I said goodnight, and then I opened my door as casually as I could and walked inside. He didn’t follow me, but I didn’t exactly ask him to. I managed to stop my legs from shaking until the door was firmly closed between us, so that was a plus.

Of course, once it was shut, all bets were off, and I shook enough to make an epileptic ask if I’m okay.