Aria’s POV:
There’s nothing more terrible than a man who vocally admits his feelings.
Why is that terrible for me?
Because it goes against what I want.
And what I want is to leave with little to no attachment - not some love-sick puppy clinging onto my leg.
“Do you understand what you are saying?”
How dare he admit his feelings out loud?
What’s wrong with him?!
I want to blow my nose, but this doesn’t seem like the right time, and there isn’t a tissue box nearby.
“I understand if you’re still upset with me.”
Prior to this conversation, I could have cared less about the situation, but now I am a bit upset.
“And my words may not mean anything to you.”
You’re not wrong.
He grabs my hand, “So, I will prove it to you.”
“Prove it to me?” I ask slowly.
“Yes.”
“How?” I ask wit
