As the car moved, Lily turned to look at Raven at intervals. She wasn't sure what to say or how to even start.
"Um..about earlier-" she stopped talking when Raven turned to look at her. It was as if a bridge suddenly formed in her throat; she couldn't gulp.
Raven moved his head to the side. "Did you do something wrong?"
Lily tried to think about it. First, Dylan was trying to talk to her, then he was the one who held her, not the other way around. She didn't do anything wrong, but yet why did she feel guilty, like a wife caught by her husband.
"No, I didn't, it just -"
