I swallow hard looking at Dexton. He walks towards me and again asks me the same question while stretching his hand in order to take the note from me. I pull my hand and put it behind my back, stopping him to get the note. 'Nope, he can't read the note. I can't explain this s**t to him!'
"Liza, why did he gift you his shirt? And what is there in the note? Show me the note." He says.
"No..Nothing, the..there is nothing in..in the note. An..And this shirt.." I start but before I could finish, he snatch the note from my hand behind my back. I wait for his reaction while he reads that note and after reading, he looks at me deep in my eyes, as if searching for something. Then he says, "What is this?"
"Oh! um... actually, you know, when we stayed there for the night, I wore his t-shirt, th..
