OLIVIAI keep my gaze on Aiden and the girl walking towards us. Aiden's grin stretches across his face, the corners of his eyes crinkling. The girl has a smile on her face too, and her cheeks are dotted with tiny dimples. Though her smile is not as wide as Aiden's, I can still see the excitement in her face. I sit there, observing the two of them. I swallow hard as the girl reaches us. It's as if she doesn't even realize that I am standing there. I watch as she wraps her arms around Aiden. He returns the embrace, pulling her closer to him. They stand there, embracing for what feels like an eternity, and I remain frozen in place, staring at them like a dummy. Even when they pull apart from the kiss, they seem not to realize I am there including Aiden, who brought me to this club. They keep talking. I do my best to ignore the fact that they're standing so close to each other, with Aiden's arm wrapped around her waist. I can't stand this any longer. It is stupid, me just sitting here

AIDENI drive a few blocks from Olivia's house, and turn off the engine. Taking a deep breath, I lean back in my seat. Olivia is asleep in the seat next to me, her eyes closed and her features softened in peaceful slumber. How could she be so damn cute even when she's sleeping? I don't want to wake her. I don't know why, but watching her sleep is strangely satisfying. Fuck, Aiden. What the hell am I doing? Watching a girl sleep feels like a total creeper move, especially after everything that's happened between us.I should wake her up. But instead of tapping her shoulder like a normal person, my hand lands on her thigh. I am struck by the urge to grip it, squeeze it, to claim it as mine. "What are you doing?" Olivia's voice slices through the silence. I jerk my hand back to the safety of my own seat. Shit. She's awake. "I was trying to wake you up," I lie. "We're just a few blocks from your house." I sneak a glance at her through the rearview mirror. She adjusts her top and re

OLIVIAMy lashes flutter, my gaze locked on the phone in my hand, on the text that seems to grow bolder with each passing second.No, I won't let myself be fooled. I won't fall for Aiden’s tricks, not this time. This can't be for me. Aiden must have made another mistake again. My gaze never leaves the screen as I wait for the “ it was a mistake” message. But, it never comes. I begin to suspect that this is more than a slip of the finger. This is serious.But why? Why would Aiden send me this text after constantly ignoring me and giving me those lingering stares? Is this just another ploy to remain on my mind? If so, it is working. He's always been there, occupying a corner of my thoughts.Wait, does he expect me to reply? Am I being an idiot? Of course, he does.I inhale, hold my breath for a moment, then let it out slowly. It's time to strike back. I won't answer his 'I miss you' text, no matter how many butterflies it sends fluttering through my stomach. He doesn't deserve to be

OLIVIA“ You," The single word rolls out of Aiden's tongue, coming out in a soft, low pitched voice.Ask me what I hate the most right now, and I'll tell you it's the fact that I get those butterflies in my stomach when he speaks in that tone.Damn, this is so stupid. "Olivia, I am sorry," Aiden mumbles.I shake my head and move away from the dishes, stepping closer to him. I stop a few inches away. " You should get out of this kitchen," I blurt out, trying to keep my voice low like his eyes. " You know what I mean. You have to leave this place.”I carry on. “ You are aware my sister is in the living room. I am sure you wouldn't like it if she walked in and saw you here with me. I know you don't give a damn about getting in trouble. You only care about your own wants and your desires, you are nothing but a selfish jerk.” “ Shut up,” He utters.Despite my harsh words, his voice is still soft, almost pleading. It is like he's begging me to keep quiet, rather than getting mad at me f

OLIVIAI close my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the moment. I shut down the voices in my head kind of telling me to pull away and break the kiss. How can I break the kiss, especially when it's a kiss from Aiden? How can I do that? His lips pull mine, earning a moan from me. My fingers delve into his hair and I bury them deep, feeling the soft, silky strands in my hand. I run my hand through his hair, I realize how much I've missed touching it until now. I like the way I've messed his hair up, a small revenge for always messing with my damn feelings.Aiden pulls away from the kiss, his hands still cupping my cheeks. His honey brown eyes bores into me, making me feel weak in the knees. I just feel hot inside of me, as if his piercing gaze has ignited a flame. Why is he looking at me like that? I'd pay anything to know what's going through his mind. I want to ask, but, my tongue is tied. I stand there, frozen, staring into my eyes. My gaze drops to his lips, and I swallow a gul