"I'm just down the hall if you need me. Don't worry about waking me up if you need to, I don't sleep much" He said out of the blue. When she went into he room, he simply stood there for a moment. At a loss of words and actions, he finally took a breath and walked to his room. He opened the door and turned on the light as he walked in, letting the door close behind him. He found his bags by the bed, just like the clerk said. Keith didn't take note of the room, his stomach was churning and his heart was sunk. He didn't know why he cared so much, he knew she hated him, she was just trying to be nice because she was intoxicated, but with what? That feeling, that attraction was still there, still stabbing into his chest. His rib felt tender as he sat on the bed to take his boots off. He figured a cold shower would help him clear his head. Stepping into the bathroom, he undressed and started a shower. Of course, he couldn't get his mind off of her. Zebel was in his every thought. He stepped into the cold water, hoping it would snap some sense into him