I couldn’t look at him in the eye.

Even while having lunch, Caden and I were silent as a graveyard and no one between us dared to speak a single word, especially about what happened the night he broke into my room yesterday night. I should be angry. But then I thought I had no right to feel that way because I didn’t protest when he kissed me… I liked what happened and I couldn’t lie about that to myself.

His dark hair was disheveled, and he looked as if he hadn’t slept too well last night.

Someone could cut the tension in the air. Even the maids behind us...