Corrie hoped Charlie hadn’t actually asked her to stop so they could talk about her murders. He wasn’t exactly her boyfriend, but… well, she still hoped whatever conversation he wanted to have was more personal than that.
And to her relief, he smiled and stepped back to his front door. “Come inside, let’s sit down.”
“Sure.” She followed him into his dorm room—he had the privilege, as an RA, of a much bigger room than most of the other Gilkey residents, with its own sitting room, bathroom, and separate bedroom. He kept the front room pretty nice, and it had a couch and a TV. She sat down on the couch, and he joined her, sitting at the other end with his feet up on the coffee table.