Chapter 17: I'm Trapped

We arrived back at the complex and my feet were killing me. I hadn't done this much walking in quite a long time. The walk up the stairs back to the room was practically torture. William was struggling as well. I held his hand up the stairs, keeping him going with encouraging words. Honestly, it gave me a small amount of pleasure to see that Mr. Perfect wasn't so perfect after all. But finally, after an eternity of trudging, we made it back and collapsed on the beds.

"I don't want to move, but I'm so sweaty." I groaned.

"You can shower first if you want." William croaked out. Maybe I should get him some water. I stood to get a glass from the bathroom only to hear a soft snore coming from his corner. I chuckled and started up the shower.