CHAPTER 35 Scintilla

CHAPTER 35 Scintilla

Scintilla

- a tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely-visible trace

Origin: Latin

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"Can I come in?" Nick asked.

I widened the door for him. "Sure."

I think he's not drunk. He doesn't smell liquor at all. He walks inside my room and I headed to the bed while he stands right across me. He's looking at me while we were alone in this dim room.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

I gazed at my watch, as if I dont know the time. "It's already one in the morning."

"The frat house was too loud, I couldn't sleep."

My eyebrows creasing. "You mean to say you want to sleep here?"

"Can I?" he asked.

I stared at him. "Sure."

I slightly moved and crawled to my bed while he walks closer to me. He sits on top of the mattress and I settled myself on down. He kicks off his shoes and lays down right next to me while he covers the blanket over us. Both of us were still staring at the ceiling and neither of us wanted to talk even though it was evident that we wanted t