Ava
I sat on the bed, my hands holding onto the sheets tightly against my body, with my gaze locked on Caspian as he adjusted his clothes. The movement was smooth, almost practiced. He seemed so casual, but I could feel the tension lingering in the air between us. I didn’t know how to handle it.
“Goodnight,” Caspian said, his voice steady, almost detached.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I simply turned my face away, unable to look him in the eyes. He grabbed the door handle and left the room, closing the door behind me with a soft click that felt like it echoed in the silence.
Once I noticed he was completely away from me, I exhaled sharply, running my hands through my hair in frustration. What had just happened? What had we just done? I wasn’t sure anymore. The confusion, the mix of anger
