69

OLIVIA

My lip quivers between my teeth, and I can feel my cheeks flush with color. I know I must look like a beetroot right now, but I am too wrapped up in the moment to mind.

There is silence between us, the only sound I can hear is the chirping of birds and the rustle of the warm breeze through the trees.

The warm breeze blows my hair, causing stray strands to fall over my face before being carried away by the wind.

I swallow a gulp down my throat. His eyes are locked on mine, and I am starting to feel nervous again.

I said I didn't care about keeping eye contact, but now it seems like I have butterflies in my stomach. I am so fucked.

"And, why are you not saying anything?" Aiden asks, his voice cutting through my thoughts.

I give a half-hearted shrug, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. "So, you really want to spend time alone with me?" I ask.

"Yes," He replies.

"Why?" I press.

"Do you really need me to answer that?" He shoots back.

I send him a glare in response.