Chapter Seventeen
It's not long until I have curled up in bed at the Plaza Hotel. There is no way I would have settled for anything less than that. I mean after all, I was raised on the wealthier side of things. I really don't do well with low costing stuff. After years of being raised this way, there is no way I could go and stay where people who don't have much money stay at. Whether it's covert or not.
"Pey, do you want anything eat?" Mac asks, looking through the room service menu.
"No, not particularly," I sigh, my nerves starting to get the best of me.
He walks over and rubs my back. "Pey, you really need to eat something. Acting like this is not good for your health."
I sigh and put my head in my hands, "I know, I know. Order me chocolate cake or Mac and Cheese or something."
He kisses my forehead and walks to the phone to place the order. I lean back in the desk chair. My thoughts are bouncing all over the place, what will tomorrow bring?
Will we finally get our answers?
Can we save the president?
We're only eighteen, we shouldn't have to worry about this stuff, but I guess that isn't what life has in store for us.
A loud knock at the door causes me to jump out of the chair, causing the chair to slam into the bed.
Mac sends me an odd look. "Calm down, it's just room service."
I nod, not able to speak with my racing heart.
Mac goes to the door and answers it, retrieving the room service and then setting it down on the bed.
Cautiously, I move over to the food, and poke at it. Mac sighs and rolls his eyes, "They didn't poison it, babe."
Tentatively I nod, pick up my fork, and dive into the Caesar salad I order. Mac clears his plate in minutes, but I'm not hungry enough to eat more than a quarter of it.
Mac picks up the tray and places it outside the door.
We quickly change for bed and crawl in. Neither of us say anything for a while.
"I love you," Mac whispers into the darkness.
"I love you."
YOU ARE READING
Saving Peyton
Romance"My head jerks up at the sound of the voice, I had heard it before. I gasp, and he turns to look at me, we lock eyes. It was him." She had it all, the money, the house, the car, the designer clothes, parents that any teenager would w...
