Chapter Seven
"I'll see you later." Thomas waves and hurries out of the room, clearly not wanting to be part of the awkward conversation I now need to have with Caspian. Great.
The incriminating books he'd brought still sit on my bed, staring at me with judgy eyes.
"You've left..." I trail off, hearing the front door slam too. Knowing him, he's probably left them behind on purpose. "Do you want a cup of tea?" I ask Caspian, using the same tactic I had with Thomas to put off any slightly awkward intro bits. Hopefully, he'll let me escape and try and work out what's going on here. At least, that's the theory.
"I'm alright."
"Okay." I sit down on my bed and fidget with the hem of my shirt. I want to outright ask him what he's doing here, but I can't bring myself to get the words out.
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