I woke up and stretched my arms above my head. For a cheap hotel, this bed was surprisingly comfortable, and I'd slept better than I had in a long time. Having Trent snuggled next to me helped, too.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I glanced around. Trent wasn't in the room, and I frowned. We'd been driving for the past two days and were less than seven hours from home, but it had been late last night, and I'd begged Trent to stop so we could both sleep. There hadn't been any large chain hotels, so we ended up finding a small, secluded motel in the middle of nowhere.
I'd called Aunt Beth the day I'd left Malibu, and she wasn't too happy that I was driving home - she thought I was making the road trip alone because I still hadn't told her Trent was with me - nor was she pleased that I'd be missing a few days of school.