WILLOW
The sight of Lauren Thanos standing less than three feet away from Aiden leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
The video is still rolling. Music is blaring in the background. Aiden seems to have said something funny and everyone laughs. Before the video cuts off, I see Lauren reach out to touch his arm.
“Shit.” I go back to my call log and dial his number. I’m bouncing on my bed the entire time the phone rings. It goes straight to voicemail. But I’m not deterred. I dial again.
Calm down Willow.
Nothing’s happened.
He’s probably busy. Still asleep. Fighting a hangover.
“Hello?” Aiden picks up, voice deep and scintillating.
“Hi,” I squeak, sounding exactly like I feel. Weird. Paranoid. Ridiculous. “Good morning. Sleep well?”
“Morning,” he says. “Yeah. I did.”
Seriously? Wher
