Not taking any chance

"No, it's alright. We don't have much to catch up on. It's the same chat over businesses and families."

Dylan said, and I knew how annoyed he gets from those conversations. He was the type of person who enjoyed more chats on random stuff, like games, music, sports, events, etc.  . . .

"Oh! You're right, I guess. "

There was probably nothing more Niall would have said.

"You both can talk on privacy. I'll go back to my room. "

Dylan suggested. 

"No, it's alright. We can go to Davina's room, right? "

He asked me. 

"Yeah, why not? "

I said as I rose from the couch. And Niall followed me to my room. 

"It feels like ages since I have been here. It still smells the same... Books, candles, and...you. your smell is still my favorite."

His words made something, tingle in my pit. He remembered how my room smelled and how I smell. And I thought he never noticed. 

"Well, have a seat."