Inside the room…
Dahlia was seating on her bed with her legs folded to chest. Her hair was damp and she had her head in her hands with her eyes closed. She was wearing a black fluffy bathrobe, indicating, she was just out of the bathroom and she was lost in her thoughts.
Why did he come here? When she was doing her best to avoid him he had to come here? When Emmett told her that he was here, she felt something in her chest. The pull, to run to him. Something she did not really understand but when she thought about it again she asked Emmett to ask him to leave. It was better. She would deal with her predicament alone… as always.
But she suddenly felt him, his scent was here, very strong, too strong even. Was it her imagination playing tricks on her? No, this was just too real to be her imagination.
