“Uh... what?”
“Call me Antoine.”
If possible, my arousal spiked even higher. What the actual fuck?
Gasping for breath, I nodded. “Okay, Antoine. I think I should go into my room.”
“You should,” he agreed, but neither of us moved for me to do just that.
“Yeah. I—”
Without warning, Antoine turned his back to me and started down the hallway. Just when I thought he had forgotten me, he called over his shoulder. “Come.”