She picked up the phone from her pillow and typed hesitantly. She wrote and rewrote a message, but couldn't bring herself to send it.
She had just told her roommates she was moving out. But at the beginning of the semester, she'd rejected Silas Thornton's offer to let her live in his spacious apartment, insisting she wanted to stay in the dorms.
'Now that I'm the one asking to move out, will Silas Thornton think I'm a handful?'
Holly Wyatt stared at the screen. She had edited the message down to a single sentence.
I want to move out of the dorm.
'She was still debating how to address Silas Thornton. Calling him by his first name felt impolite, but they weren't close enough for nicknames. "President Thornton" was too formal, and "Lord of the Wolves"... was just bizarre.'
She sighed and tapped the input box, deciding to finish the rest of the message first.
With a slip of her hand, the message was sent.
