#Chapter43
Come on, Rae. Come on!
The deep-rooted panic sets in now. It feels as if someone is shoving a towel down my throat.
/"Rae? Will you open the door?/"
She's shoving the towel down my throat.
Hesitantly, I unbury myself and walk to the door, placing my hand on the handle, really contemplating this. I bite my lip hard before switching the lock and steadily inching it open, peeking out to look up at him. I'm sure my cheeks are red and my pajamas look scrambled, but I let out a little smile. /"Hi,/" I mumble, wiping away all the encumbering thoughts that were tangled in my head just moments ago. Some things get easier with time and practice.
James' eyes wander past me, finding the visible pile of clothes on the floor and scene of panic. I inch the door closed, just enough space for my body. His eyes return to me.