Hanna's POV
After breakfast, Caleb and I walked upstairs to our hotel room. It was nice. The bed was large and soft. Lucky us.
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At 18, Caleb and I had been together for 2 years. We had our ups and downs but we got through it together. After lying to him about A, Caleb had broken up with me. I was heartbroken and had spent the next week in bed, mourning. After Aria convinced me to get out of bed, A texted me, telling me to come to The Grille or Caleb got hurt. I was still upset about him hurting me, but I still cared for him. Caleb had shown up, claiming he was A. He took me behind the restaurant and wanted me to stop lying. He said I had no choice but to allow him to help stop A. Just as I was about to say I was protecting him, he kissed me. We came out stronger and the lies ended. He had stuck with me ever since.
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"Hanna?" Caleb said, snapping me back to reality.
"What?"
"Did you want to shower first or should I?"
I smiled devilishly. "How about we shower together?"
Caleb seemed to like this idea. He nodded. I went to turn on the water and when I returned, Caleb had stripped to his boxers. I walked up to him, running my hands up and down his toned chest.
"You know Hanna. You can't shower in all that." He said, getting the same devious smile I had on earlier.
"You're right."
So I stripped to my bra and panties as well. We went into the bathroom and took off the rest of our clothes. Caleb stepped into the shower and held out his hand for me. I took it willingly. We took turns under the water and spread soap over each other's bodies. Caleb rubbed shampoo into my hair and then gently rinsed it out. When we were done, we wrapped ourselves in robes and fell into a deep sleep on the bed.
Caleb's POV
Waking up, I felt the bed next to me, looking for the warm feel of Hanna's skin. But it wasn't there. I shot up and looked around. The bathroom door was partially closed. I breathed a sigh of relief when I figured Hanna was probably in there.
"Hanna?"
But I received no reply. I walked to the door and knocked. But still no reply. I pushed the door open as I started to get concerned. When I pushed open the door, I was shocked to see the scene before me. Hanna's robe lay on the floor, our towels were thrown astray, there were soap bottles on the floor, and the rugs had definitely been pushed around. All these were signs that there had been a struggle. But none of these were as shocking as the hotel room door standing wide open.
*Gasp!* What could have happened to Hanna? What do you guys think? Let me know!