Chapter 17: Still Alvin's POV

STILL ALVIN'S POV

After waving France off, the elevator transported me to the 7th floor where mine and the Hotel room I had deliberately planned to share with Imogen were. The elevator doors separated, permitting me to scuttle out of it and to ROOM 7K.

I inserted my card into the right hole, unlocking the door. I stormed in and hastily shut the door. The lights were on, indicating Sam had switched them back on.

Staggering to the sofas, I sat down on one of them, resting my head against the back of the sofa, and shut my eyes. France's words couldn't stop reeling in my head. Did I have to openly express my emotions to Sam?

That was something I hated doing, I couldn't imagine walking up to Samantha Reese and saying, 'Reese, I love you so much. I still love you for almost seven years now, right from the very first day I met you. Can we get married?' Gosh, that was going to sound so lame, obnoxious, and unprofessional.

What was I going to do, I couldn't continue this torturous way of li