I quickly apologized to Caytln after our meal. I was relieved that she accepted my apology; she seemed like a genuinely nice girl, and I didn't want to be on her bad side.
We all gathered as Jake started playing the guitar, and Caytln sang. Everything was going smoothly until an unexpected arrival disrupted our moment.
Jake immediately set the guitar aside, and Caytln stopped singing. My eyes locked onto the stranger who had just entered the room, and I felt an inexplicable pull towards him. What was it about him that drew me in?
At first, the stranger appeared surprised, but then a broad smile lit up his face. He hurried over and enveloped me in a tight hug, leaving the others looking astonished by his actions.
Despite his cold touch, his presence warmed my heart.
"You must be Dylan," I remarked as he pulled away.
"What?" He seemed puzzled.
Caytln shot him a meaningful look, and they both left the room to talk, presumably about me and my memory loss.
Upon his return, he took my hand and led me into a room. I settled on the bed while he stood in front of me, his gaze fixed on mine as if searching for something.
"You really don't remember anything?" he asked.
"No," I replied, sensing that my answer had pained him.
"I'm so sorry. I'm trying to—" My words were silenced as he pressed his finger against my lips.
"Don't ever say that. You have nothing to be sorry for," he insisted, leaving me speechless. He went into the bathroom and returned shirtless, wearing only a towel around his waist.
Feeling unsure of what to do, I turned away to avoid looking at his body. Should I leave the room? Just as I was about to make my exit, he uttered, "Please don't go."
I turned back to see a pleading expression in his eyes. I knew I had to stay.