Greg's POV
The knock on the door was strong, but it was the voice that followed that caught my breath.
“It’s me. Aurora.”
Just hearing her name sent a jolt through my chest. I didn’t know why, but ever since the kiss, everything felt… different.
I was fine around her before. Cold. Distant. Untouched. But now, I could barely be in the same room without wanting… something more.
I hated it. Hated how she made me feel. Hated that I wanted her. But there was another part of me, a darker, selfish part that liked having her near.
Dinner earlier had been torture. She had sat across from me, looking tired, her shoulders slumped, her face pale. She didn’t say much, and I had wanted to ask if she was okay, but I couldn’t bring myself to.
Guilt overwhelmed me. But I wasn't even sure what I was
