Morgan’s POV

I straightened myself out and opened the door.

“What took you so long?” Kimmy said, walking right into my room with Dante following behind.

“Can’t a girl pee?” I said, crossing my arms.

“Not on my watch,” Kimmy laughed. “Wow! Your room is so nice!”

“I’m sure Dante’s is nicer,” I stated. “Mr. big movie star probably has one of the penthouses.”

“I haven’t seen Dante’s,” Kimmy advised.

“Sure,” I grinned.

“No, she hasn’t,” Dante stated. “I’ve seen hers, though.”

“Shut up, Twerkley,” Kimmy scoffed. “You haven’t seen my room.”

“Oh, your room. I thought you were talking about something else,” Dante smirked. “And yes, my room is...