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"Your Mam designs clothes?"
"Yeah."
My eyes widened. "Like a fashion designer?"
Joh
"In London?"
Another nod.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Whoa…
"What's your father?" I muttered. "A doctor?"
"No, he's a barrister," he replied without batting an eyelid.
Jesus.
His mother was a fashion designer and his father was a bloody high-class lawyer.
Well, at least that explains the mansion I'm standing inside.
Joh
"I'll go find you something of mine you can change into," he mumbled, cheeks turning slightly pink, as he shoved the drawer closed and kicked a bunch of papers that had toppled off his locker under the bed. "I'll leave some clothes on the bed just in case you want to... Just pick whatever you want."
I hesitated, taking one step forward and three steps back, before taking a deep breath and walking over to the bathroom door.
Joh
"Thanks, Joh
"You're welcome, Sha
Oh Jesus.
What the hell was happening?