Ava
The last thing I needed right now was for Marcel to show up. Why the hell was he coming over? Imagine calling someone, dropping a casual "I'm coming over," and then hanging up like it was no big deal.
"Why is he coming over?" I asked, anxiety rising as my eyes widened. "He doesn't know we're together right now, does he?"
"I have no idea," Caspian replied, hurriedly getting dressed. "Put on your clothes quickly!"
"Damn it!" I groaned, spotting my torn bra on the floor.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"What am I supposed to do about this now?" I asked, holding up the damaged undergarment with a deep frown.
Caspian sighed heavily and snatched it from my hand, tossing it aside. "Just...just get dressed, Ava. Please!"
I jumped into action at his urgency, and as we finished getting dressed
