Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

My palms were somewhat sweaty as panic was rising, the close proximity in which we were standing next to Bill and Johns room was uncomfortable, I wouldn't be able to relax until we are out of the hotel.

My hands had began to shake slightly as I turned the key to lock the door, it clicked locked and I allowed myself to breathe out in relief, quietly though, for all I knew Bill or John could be stood right up to the door.

I pulled out the key and motioned to Grace to follow me, once again holding a finger to my lips for quietness. Still hand in hand we slowly walked away, tiptoeing down the long corridor, making sure we were as silent as possible.

As we approached the lift I caught Grace's hand reach up, about to press the button but I speedily snatched it away with my heart in my mouth, I desperately shook my head and bent down to whisper in her ear, "We are the only ones who use this lift! It speaks and stuff and makes loud noises so it's bound to wake somebody...it will blow our cover, we gotta take the stairs!"
I pulled back and saw her jaw gaping open a little, I held back a giggle and pulled her along, eventually we pushed our way through the double doors and began to descend down the multiple flights of stairs. This is where we could talk, we were free from body guards, only, I think we were...