Aurora's POV
For a moment, Greg didn’t say anything. He just stood there, his jaw clenched, his hands at his sides like he was trying to keep them from moving.
His dark eyes looked anywhere but at me, and I knew then—I just knew. I was right. He did feel something, even if he would rather die than say it.
I decided to push a little more, to see how far I could go.
“You’re so stubborn,” I said, crossing my arms. “Why can’t you just say it? It’s not like I’m asking you to propose or anything.”
His head snapped towards me, and the sharp look in his eyes made me freeze. “You should leave, Aurora,” he said, his voice low and cold. “because it seems like you don’t have anything serious to say.”
But I wasn’t going to leave. Not yet. I hadn’t even started.
“No,” I said, standing my ground.
