AIDEN's POV
My mind was hazy, like I’d been living underwater for too long, suffocating but somehow growing used to it. The pressure, the numbness—it had become normal. And now, lips pressing insistently against mine, waiting for a response, only reminded me of a memory. A kiss I hadn’t been able to shake. No one had ever kissed me so innocently before. Maybe that’s why I had frozen in front of her like some inexperienced kid, unsure of what to do. Rosalie was too bright for the darkness I carried with me. And yet, she was stuck on repeat in my head.
"You’re not really in the mood, are you, Marco?" said the girl straddling me, her voice filled with frustration. I didn’t even remember her name. She tugged at her red mini dress, fixing it as she slid off me.
"Not really," I muttered, wipi
