HAZEL’S POV
It was official.
I was a coward.
A grade A, not-so-pathetic, still sexy coward.
Gone was the no-nonsense, no-s**t-taking, badass Hazel.
I had become the girl who avoided and ran from her issues.
And that was exactly what I did when I woke up this morning.
Late, of course.
I had dressed up with my eyes swollen up like saucers, a God-awful, pin-pricking headache and my heart, filled with an ache, as if a part of it was missing.
Cliche maybe, but I had done the only thing I could– push it all away to the back of my mind and act like nothing bothered me.
I headed to the ground floor, and on reaching there, I caught sight of Aiden.
He was in the kitchen, his upper body naked and bare for the world– better yet,-- for me to feast upon.
Yummy.
My gaze lingered on his s
