Jimmy's POV
What if she and Allen... My mind spiraled with the possibility.
The mere thought sent ice through my veins.
Each second dragged like torture.
The surveillance room felt suffocating.
Dalton fidgeted beside me, watching my expression darken. He clearly hoped Allen would emerge from that room soon.
I could see the anxiety eating at Dalton. He was probably thinking that if Samson stayed the night in her room, I would completely snap.
After what felt like an eternity, the door finally cracked open and Allen stepped into the hallway. On the monitor, he suddenly bent forward, leaning his head back into the room to speak with someone inside. Then a hand curved around his neck.
The camera angle blocked the interior view—all we could see was Allen's body positioned in the doorway, with Evelin completely out of sight.
Their positioning looked exactly like a kiss.
