Serena's P.O.V
"I figured out why you're playing hard to get with me." It was Martin who had been knocking.
He looked at me from my hair, down to my toe and then he smiled. "Why would you lock the door to a bedroom that we share?"
"I thought you were gone, I'm sorry."
"No, that's not an answer to my question, that's an apology. I want to know why the door was locked, not if you're sorry."
"You said you owe me no explanation, right?" I showed my distaste for him in the way I spoke to him.
"Yeah, I said so. What's with the attitude?" He was quite sensitive, he picked up my anger.
"Well, then I owe you no explanation either."
"You don't. But it doesn't matter if you explain. I already have an answer to the question I'm asking you. You were masturbating."
"Huh?" I raised a brow.
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