I smiled, but I knew I wouldn’t return.
“Let’s head back to your dorm room,” Artemas said as we left the pizzeria. “We need to get you packed and then head on out.”
“Are you sure you don’t think spending the night might be a better idea? We can get an early start in the morning. Plus I’ll need to let admissions know I have to drop out.”
“All right. I’ll drop you off and see about finding a hotel.”
“You can stay in my room.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Well, I think it’s a great idea. My roommate is probably with his girlfriend.”
“The key word being probably.”
“Semantics. You can sleep in my bed—I’ll even change the sheets—”
“Andrey.”
“—and I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“This isn’t going to look good to your RA.”
“It doesn’t matter. We’re leaving in the morning, and he’ll never see me again.”
Artemas worried his lower lip. “If I agree to this—”
Yes! I punched the air.
“I said if. If I do, I’ll sleep on the floor.”