Aria's POV
I flushed the toilet and took a deep breath before stepping out, adjusting my hair as I walked to the vanity mirror. My reflection looked normal, at least on the outside. But inside? I was still a little irritated. He had said that so casually, like it was no big deal.
But the moment I looked up, my irritation wavered.
Jameson was standing with the help of his wheelchair, his posture relaxed but his gaze locked on me.
When did he come in?
I quickly tore my eyes away and focused on my hair instead. The last thing I needed was to let him see how easily he still made my heart race.
I heard the sound of his wheels rolling closer.
“What did we say?” His voice was calm, but I could feel the weight behind it. I met his gaze through the mirror, pretending not to understand.
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