(Elle’s POV)
I looked at my foot disappointingly. It was still aching, but I could hop around like a cute bunny in my room without anyone’s help, which is why I was not happy. Why was my foot in a hurry to get well?
When I heard a ‘click’ sound as if someone was trying to open my door, I closed my eyes again, pretending to sleep, and slowly but slightly opened my eyes to see who had come in. One of the maids came in, placing a tray on my dresser and getting the ones I used last night.
I guess my princess hour was over. It felt nice having Aiden around last night, and though I hated him, and maybe he despised me as well, him babysitting me felt good. I hated to admit it, but whenever he touched me, I was like a match head stroke in the igniter, starting a fire in my body.
I sighed, ge
