(Aiden’s POV)“Yes? You need help with something else?” I asked.My heart pounded hard, hoping she didn’t need my help putting on her clothes. I was running out of control in my system, and if she asked that, I feared I might pull her out of the bathroom and make love with her.A charming smile appeared on her lips as she shook her head. “I just want to say thank you, and I’m sorry.”“It’s okay.” It was not okay.I exited her bedroom and went out again for a walk. With a frown on my face, I felt restless and frustrated with my decision to see Jessamine again after being separated from her for many years. I paced along the pavement to think.Escaping from my extravagant life, reliving my old name, Aiden Anderson, and reuniting with her to help her steer her life’s direction were my reasons for returning to Carterville. I thought it would do me good, but it didn’t. I did not realize I would endanger our friendship by coming back.I missed her so much, and for almost ten years, I ached f
(Aiden’s POV)“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Jessamine asked with a shrug.She sat on the single sofa, bringing her white sneakers. Charlie approached her shoes, sniffing them at first, then he lay down and began chewing the shoelace.“Hey!” She chuckled, ignoring me, and took Charlie’s chew toy from the center table, giving it to him. “Play with your toy, not my shoelace, okay? I can’t be late.”If it were only me, I wouldn’t mind, but any man would take advantage of her as she was wearing a halter-neck, sleeveless white crop top, and black mini skirt. Jessamine let her dark amber hair fall freely on her back and put on light makeup and lipstick, but her clothes bothered me the most. Her skin on her waist waved hello to me as she leaned forward to tie her shoelace.“Here’s my key,” Deborah walked toward her, giving her the key and a paper bag with cupcakes inside. “And Aiden, stop looking at your best friend like that. This is a free country. She can wear whatever she wants.” She ro
(Aiden’s POV)“I have a heart problem,” the man coming out of nowhere muttered, smiling at Jessamine.I was too focused on the sexy doctor beside me that I didn’t notice where he came from. A patient? A staff? Another doctor? Eyeing him, I realized he looked more like a doctor than a patient. He must be in his mid-thirties, a good-looking fellow, but he was gazing at my best friend like she was a sweet delicacy.“Oh,” Jessamine exclaimed, standing up and blushing as she smiled back at the man. “I think you have a healthy heart, Christian.”He chuckled and shook his head. “Not after you broke my heart, Jess.”“Ha! Ha!” She rolled her eyes. “I did not break your heart.” Jessamine looked at me. “Don’t believe him.”I pursed my lips, unsure why she had to explain herself. My eyebrows knitted, and my eyes narrowed, studying him and racking my brain for his name in all her letters to me. There was no Christian in her list of ex-boyfriends. Returning to Carterville is discovering Jessamine,
(Aiden’s POV)Jessamine chatted animatedly with the male staff pushing the wheelchair for Mr. Douglas toward the car. I sneered, annoyed to see my best friend and Mr. Douglas laughing. He must be telling a joke because the older man with them pressed his palms on his stomach as he continued to laugh.“Thank you, Vincent,” Jessamine said, opening the car door for Mr. Douglas.“Anything for you, Jess. He smiled, pulling the wheelchair to his side. “So, Friday evening?” He sounded hopeful.“Of course,” My best friend smiled sweetly at him. “Seven sharp. Don’t tell my brother,” she winked.“I won’t. He’ll kill me,” he chuckled and bent to wave at Mr. Douglas. “I’ll see you next month, Mr. Doug.”“See me on Friday before you leave. I’ll give you some advice.” He was grinning as he buckled his seatbelt.My tongue touched the inside of my cheek as I held my patience. My blood was boiling in anger because Jessamine treated me like I was not there. She didn’t even bother to introduce me to him
(Jessamine’s POV)It was past midnight already, but Aiden was not home yet. I sighed worriedly and glanced at the time on my cell phone. Where on earth did he go? He wasn’t my responsibility. He’s a grown-up man who could handle himself, but still, I could not help worrying about him. When I got tired of pacing the living room, I went out and sat on the porch steps and would stand up if I heard a car or footsteps, hoping it was him.I glanced over my shoulder when I heard the door behind me open. Deborah yawned as she tilted her head from side to side.“Still not answering your call?” She asked, looking sleepy as she sat beside me.I shook my head.“I didn't need to ask what happened. Mr. Douglas told me everything. Even he was upset with you. Why did you tell Derek Aiden’s your cousin? And… Do you know what disappoints me? You don’t even like Derek, so why did you agree to go out with him?”“I was angry with Aiden,” I muttered.“You’re angry because…” she arched her brows while waiti
(Jessamine’s POV)“Jess!”“Hmm…” I moaned, rolling to the other side to avoid someone’s hand shaking my arm. With my eyes still close, I groped the mattress, hoping to get my pillow. Why wasn’t it beneath my head?“Jess, wake up.”The person waking me up chuckled but did not give up. “I still wanna sleep…” My mouth was downturned, ready to wail as I wondered why she sounded like my housemate.“Aiden left.”Two words from Deborah. Two words like cold water splashed on my face, waking me up. I got up quickly, then groaned, holding my head because I got dizzy from sitting down immediately.“Argh! My head,” I cried, thinking it might detach my body.“That was quick,” chuckled Deborah. “I should have thought of that earlier. Why would Aiden close the curtains?” She yanked the curtain open, welcoming the sunlight into my room.“What did Aiden do?” I winced at the sunlight coming into my room. “What time is it?” I asked, shutting my eyes and opening them slowly.“Nine, Love.” Deborah walked
(Jessamine’s POV)“We talked this morning, and I explained everything to him,” Aiden answered, reaching for my hands.My heart stopped beating as he squeezed my hands gently. When our eyes met, I gaped, remembering that look. It was the same compassion flooding across his face when I cried like a lunatic when I told him how I wanted to have my first kiss that night, but the boy I was hoping to do it with liked someone else. To stop me from crying, jokingly, Aiden told me he would sacrifice one kiss for me, and before I could ask what he meant, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine.That kiss scarred my heart deeply. My heart got broken because of that damned kiss. He pressed his soft lips into mine because he felt sorry for me, wanting me to stop crying. I was such a crybaby that he didn’t enjoy the prom. Instead, he stayed with me in the tree house, wasting his time on me.“Mr. Doug is right. We should go on a real date,” Aiden uttered the words.I blinked. It was like he
(Aiden’s POV)“What do you want to eat?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder to see Jessamine washing the apple in the sink. “You haven’t eaten your breakfast yet.”I opened the refrigerator, looking for some leftovers or maybe something to cook. I chuckled and swept Charlie gently to the side when our puppy made an attempt to enter the fridge. He barked, trying again, but this time, Jessamine scooped him before he could place his paws on the crisper.“Nice try, Charlie,” she laughed, standing beside me and reading the labels from the food containers. “I’m not sure. I’m not really hungry. We can have pasta… There’s still chicken here. Maybe a sandwich for a yummy breakfast.”I was not looking at the labels but at the woman beside me, as she was far more interesting to taste than any food. My heart pounded when Jessamine turned her head toward me, leaving a small gap between our faces. I stood up straight but didn’t move away from her.“Should we… Umm… should we…” I sighed, unsure how t