I couldn’t look him in the eye.
Even while having lunch, Caden and I were silent as a graveyard. We didn't dare speak a single word, especially about what happened when he broke into my room the other night. I should be angry. But then I thought I had no right to feel that way because I didn’t protest when he kissed me. I liked what happened, and I couldn’t lie to myself.
His dark hair was disheveled, and he looked as if he hadn’t slept well since that night.
Someone could cut the tension in the air. Even the maids behind us could feel it. It was so uncomfortable not saying a word to him, and at the same time, I was too anxious to know what he did yesterday if he ever started a conversation between us.
Madz was right. It was time for me to stop worrying and do the best thing for me and
