Scarlett unlocked the door and went in, expecting him to follow and get off the floor already. She was starting to feel bad watching him kneel there, and she let out an inaudible sigh of relief when she heard the door close behind her.
The nerves were settling in now that her anger had been set aside. It felt as though every pore on her body was finally realizing that they were in a hotel suite together...alone. And her palms started to get sweaty.
Should she ask him to sit? Or ask if he wanted something to drink? No. She didn't want him to feel comfortable. She still hated him and had only invited him in because she felt bad that he'd went on his knees.
But she had to say something. The silence was stretching on too long and they were both just just standing there and staring at each other awkwardly.
Scarlett cleared her throat and settled on the latter of her two options of ice breakers.
