She flops onto my bed with a dramatic groan. “Not you too,” she mutters, folding her arms. “You and Katy are literally the same.”
I drop my gym bag by the closet and rifle through my drawer for the spare key. Once I find it, I take her hand, and gently pry her fingers open, placing the key in her palm. “This is a spare for whenever you want to come here,” I tell her. “Don’t wait outside like that.”
She looks down at it, then back up at me, her eyes lighting up. “Can I come anytime?”
Knowing Allison, anytime could mean midnight when most people are asleep. I still nod. “Yeah… just make sure Katy doesn’t find this key. She has one too, and you know how she is.”
Her fingers fold over the key and she pouts. “Thanks.”
“It’s nothing.” I shrug, peeling off my shirt and tossing it in the dir
