Aiden's POV:
I sat down heavily on Stephanie's bed, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. My eyes flickered between my watch and the door, the seconds ticking by with an infuriating slowness. Where was she? How long was she going to take before she came back to her room?
I could feel the weight of my own impatience pressing down on me, but I couldn't leave. Not yet. Not until I said what I came here to say. Today, it had to be today.
The door creaked open suddenly, snapping me out of my restless thoughts. Stephanie stepped in, her movements hurried and almost frantic, as though someone had been chasing her.
She didn’t even notice me sitting there. Her back was turned, and her shoulders rose and fell with each labored breath. She shut the door behind her with a shaky han
