Chapter Thirty Eight: The guilty are very afraid and very involved
I was staring at Celine for a couple of seconds way too long after those words left her mouth.
"I have her thong in my bag."
Goodness, she could not be serious.
"Thong? Hang on! Let's talk upstairs, we don't have much time." I said to her, grabbing her hand and dragging her behind me as I walked up the stairs.
I was doing this to but myself time. Time to figure out how the hell I was going to explain this to her, give her excuses.
Wait... I did not need to give her excuses, right? If she thought it was mine, she totally would have said something about it already, right?
Yes. She would have.
I clung unto that for a maximum of three seconds before I realised that I was only telling myself that because I wanted to hold
