"Rowan, what is going on? Where is Marcus? He was supposed to be with Annabelle tonight," George demanded for answers from his son immediately.
His voice was calm yet commanding, and that made me aware that we better have some answers for them. Rowan tightened his arm around my back as if to reassure me that he’s got this. That was when I realized that he was about to tell our parents about the truth of what had just happened earlier in the evening.
"Marcus," Rowan began explaining.
"It was nothing! As I said, nothing happened," I blurted out loudly, cutting Rowan off before he could tell our parents anything. Both my mother and George turned to look at me with a mix of confusion and disbelief on their faces.
"Listen, it was just a misunderstanding," I said quickly, before forcing a sh
