I put a hand against his fluffed-up cheek with a smirk. “Is this some weird, Freudian way of saying you like me, Aiden Lowell?”
I honestly didn’t think he could get any redder, but he managed to pull it off. “I...th-this isn’t exactly how I wanted to ask. But, with everything that’s happened this month, with everything we’ve gone through,” he paused, eyes flickering upwards as we stared into each other's eyes. “I just...I don’t want to regret not doing something about it, you know?”
“Then, was that your final take on asking me out,” I laughed, “or do you want to change your answer slightly?”
Aiden chuckled weakly, his hand curling around my shoulders and supporting the nape of my neck. Even with his nails sharpening, he took such great care not to scratch me. “Aria, would you be--wou
