Angela's POV
Aaron let out a shallow breath.
“Whatever I said last night, forget it.”
Just like that.
Forget it.
I stared at him.
“What if I can’t forget it?” I asked. Quiet, but steady.
His gaze shifted instantly. Fully focused on me now.
“What are you implying?” he said flatly, but the warning in his tone was unmistakable.
I swallowed, forcing myself to stay upright.
“Aaron… last night wasn’t just drunk talk. At least... it didn’t feel like it to me.”
His expression hardened. He didn’t like this. More than that, he wanted out of this conversation. But I didn’t stop.
“I want to ask you something,” I continued, my voice softer. “About last night… about that.” My eyes flicked to his side. “The scar on your left abdomen.”
“So you were looking me over while I was asleep?” His voi
