Greg's POV
As I drove to Aurora’s apartment, my thoughts were all over the place.
Last night had changed everything—or at least, I thought it had.
I hadn’t called her. She hadn’t called me. And the silence was driving me crazy.
I needed to see her, to hear from her, to know where we stood.
Did she regret it? Or were we finally… something?
I hated not knowing.
As I pulled up in front of her place, I exhaled, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Was she okay? Would she finally let me in?
I knocked on her door, shifting on my feet as I waited.
Would she smile when she saw me? Would she hug me?
Maybe we could finally talk about what happened. Maybe we could…
The door swung open.
I expected warmth.
Instead, I got cold.
Aurora’s face was blank, her body tense.
Something was wrong
