We start walking towards the pond, I furiously tugging on my captured hand, he grinning smugly as if the expression has been plastered onto his features. He keeps my hand securely locked within his hold, and I am unable to do anything against him.
I look behind me, and Caleb is meandering a few paces behind me. He is looking down, but with my glance his gaze travels upwards to meet mine again.
A strange panic floods over me and I quickly turn to face George. A strange, incomprehensible look was on Caleb's face, and for some reason the expression made me feel undeniably guilty.
"Sorry, Berenice. I wasn't thinking," Lee calls, now wearing torn and dirty pants. He uses his t-shirt to dry off his body. I try not to look at his glistening skin.
"No problem," I mumble, feeling embarrassed. I don't even know where to look anymore, and my eyes roam across the clearing.
