-PIPPA-
After leaving Phoebe’s office, I swung by the locker room, grabbed my stuff, and was just about to step out of the academy when my phone pinged.
Hi, beautiful.
I want to see you.
I’m here in front of the Academy. A.
I crossed the front lobby, pushing open the heavy doors. Beyond the Academy iron gates, Aaron leaned against his flashy car, the sleek black paint gleaming under the streetlights. His shirt—fitted a little too perfectly—clung to his toned frame like he had planned this outfit down to the last detail.
My grin tugged at my lips before I could stop it. "What are you doing here?"
As I got closer, Aaron pushed off the car, slow and poised, like he had all the time in the world. He invaded my personal space just enough to make me notice. "Well, I couldn’t risk you sta
