With trembling hands, I undid the buttons of my night blouse and opened the shirt. It slid down my shoulders, stopping at the middle of my back. I tried my best to act casual, but this situation really made my mind flood with thoughts from the other night, when he–

“So he was a criminal!?” I asked, trying to sound normal and break the mood. I wanted to turn around but felt Mordecai’s hand touch my hair.

Mordecai didn’t say anything and brushed my hair off my back and ...