Aaron's POV
As soon as the host signals to the cameras that it's the end of the show, I'm already on my feet, striding toward the secluded back exit, the one meant to funnel us away from the frenzy of fans and paparazzi.
The studio lights, still glaringly bright, feel like an interrogation.
I just need out. The air in here is thick with manufactured cheer that I'm not in the mood for.
Maya's voice, sharp and laced with irritation, cuts through the low hum of the departing audience. "Asher! Wait up!"
She is right behind me, her heels clicking on the concrete as we move through the narrow hallway. She's quiet for a beat, but I know that won't last.
I don't slow my pace.
She's hot on my heels, her delicate heels clattering against the polished floor. I can practically f
