Chloe
The door clicks softly behind me, and for a moment, I stand in the cool night air, unsure of what to do next. My fingers still feel the sting of the cold, but they’re nothing compared to the way my chest feels—raw, exposed, like every inch of me is laid bare in the light of my own mistakes. The streetlamp casts a pale glow across the driveway, and I walk without really thinking, each step carrying me further away from the warmth of Aaron’s house, further away from the vulnerability that I had allowed myself to show him.
What the hell was I thinking?
I should’ve known better. I should’ve seen the way he was pulling back, how he stiffened when I got too close. How he started pulling away even before I made the first move. But I didn’t see it. Or maybe I just ignored it. Because all
