Jayson's P. O. V
I frown slightly as I watch Aiden repack his bag, the same as I was doing except I wasn't jamming in the hotel's creams and soaps into mine.
I frown as I watch him scan the room, as if looking for things he could grab. Could we get in trouble for this? Isn't this stealing?
Before I can voice my worries, Aiden's eyes meet mine and they harden a tiny fraction before he stands up straight and folds his arms.
"What?" He asks challengingly. "Got a problem with me taking some soap?"
When I freeze not sure whether it was okay or not, he charges forward.
"You shouldn't be, it's more for you than for me." He spits and I roll my eyes.
"Very funny." I reply dryly. "Won't we get in trouble for stealing?"
He laughs. He laughs so much that his arms unfold so his hands can clench his thighs while he shakes in his place. This the exact laugh I imagine he would use if he heard I died or something.
