Aria's POV
I stared at my laptop screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as my professor’s voice droned on about molecular structures. Biochemistry—ugh, not my favorite subject. But I had to endure it. At least it was a distraction from the awkward silent atmosphere lingering in the room.
I heard a soft knock on the door before Jameson wheeled in. I glanced up at him out of instinct but I didn’t greet him, and he didn’t greet me either, but I could feel his gaze on me.
He had a habit of disappearing without a word, and after what happened a few days ago, I wasn’t exactly in the mood to entertain him. My palm had healed enough that I didn’t need the bandage anymore, though I still felt a faint sting when I moved my hand too fast. It wasn’t serious, but still, I had rather not pus
