Aurora's POV
I woke up to the soft light of morning filtering through the heavy curtains. For a long time, I didn’t move, my body still tangled in the warmth of the bed. Instead, I stared at the ceiling, replaying the events of last night in my mind.
Greg.
His bedroom.
The tension between us had been thick enough to cut with a knife. I had boldly asked him if he liked me, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them. And Greg, in his usual frustrating way, hadn’t given me a direct answer. He had dodged, deflected, but I wasn’t blind.
The way he looked at me—it was there, even if he wouldn’t admit it. His eyes, so piercing and intense, gave him away every time. He could act as strong and mighty as he wanted, but I saw the truth.
I let out a groan and covered my face wit
