CLAIRE
Aiden didn't stop until we reached the stairwell.
The door shut behind us with a dull echo, cutting off the music and voices like someone had flipped a switch. The air felt colder here. Sharper. Concrete walls, harsh lighting, nowhere to look except at him.
He let go of my wrist.
The absence of his grip was almost as noticeable as the pressure had been. I hated that I noticed at all.
I turned on him before my thoughts could catch up. "What the hell was that?"
"I needed to get you out of there."
"You kissed me," I said. "You grabbed me and kissed me in front of half the team."
And what's worse is that my body hadn't gotten the memo to be outraged.
No, my body had leaned into him like an i***t, like some traitorous animal that didn't care about professiona
