"You went to the tower, didn't you?" He asked, lowly. I pursed my lips together, knowing that I would have to explain nice and well now. Or maybe if I just managed to tell him about the weird and sinister event of yesterday when she wrote a creepy note to me, then he might not remain as pissed.
"I did, but—" I quickly said, raising my hands in surrender. "I needed to talk to her. We got off on the wrong foot, and I wanted to fix that," I explained, though he remained stoic and continued to stare at me unmoving. It was when I thought that he wouldn't react that he stood up, wrapping the sheet around his torso.
He could have let it fall, though. - a mischievous thought passed through me, and I buried it before it could distract me. His presence was already distracting enough.
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