Aiden’s POV
"I’m moving out."
The words hung in the air like cigarette smoke, thick and suffocating.
I didn’t say anything at first. I just stood there, staring at Cheryl as my mind tried to process what the hell she’d just said. There was an odd feeling in my chest—a twinge, small but sharp, like the moment you realize you left something important behind but can’t remember where.
I turned slightly to the blonde still clinging to my arm, barely registering her presence now. She looked up at me with big, expectant eyes, but I wasn’t in the mood.
“Give us a minute,” I murmured, barely sparing her a glance.
She huffed, clearly annoyed, but still unlatched herself from my arm and strutted off toward the living room.
I let out a slow breath and turned back to Cheryl. “What do you mean yo
