A sick shiver wound down my spine. “Excuse me?”
The bathroom door opened, and a familiar shoe appeared first.
It was Caden.
I slumped to the floor in relief. I thought I was in a bedroom with a stranger, and who knew what that stranger would do. I stopped rambling. I was annoying myself.
“Sorry. I thought you were someone else. You found our room.” He stopped, staring at me, a towel in his hands. “Are you upset?”
Yes. I hugged my knees tighter. “No.”
“Bullshit.” He bent down, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to standing. He led me to the bed and sat next to me. “Something happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“No, really. Nothing happened.”
“I told you no lies with me.”
I sighed. Goddamn. He got me with that one, but the longer I sat there—feeling him next to me, hearing his concern—th
