Aaron's POV
The second my lips touched Amy’s cheek, I recoiled with the heat of shame and embarrassment crawling up my neck. What the hell was I thinking?
“s**t. I didn’t mean to…”
Before I could finish my weak excuse of an apology, her bottom lip trembled, and her eyes welled with tears. Not the fake and dramatic ones girls sometimes used for attention, but these were real, hot and shameful, spilling over before she could stop them.
I faltered in shock.
“Amy…?”
She wiped at her face furiously with her voice cracking.
“I wanted to defend you! I wanted to, Aaron.. but I was scared.” Her breath hitched, and her shoulders shook violently. “Stuart… he ruins people. And my mom.. she knows..”
“Knows what?” I demanded as I stepped closer despite myself.
She let out a choked laugh, which
