He felt confused, but he refused to let Tristan see that side of him. With a quick movement, he looked away and stood up abruptly, a frown creasing his forehead.
“W-who said you could get that close to me?” he demanded, his voice rising but shaky. He mentally cursed himself for the unsteady tone.
Tristan, however, was not in the mood to argue and decided to let Aiden have his way this time. “What about another deal, then?” Tristan suggested, leaning against Aiden’s desk. Aiden shot him a glare, wondering what kind of nonsense Tristan was spouting now.
“If you pass the test, you’ll let me coach you,” Tristan continued. Aiden scoffed. Brianna had assured him that Tristan wouldn’t coach him if he passed, but asking for Tristan’s help was still unthinkable, even if it meant passing tomorrow
