Aidan's POV
The moment we returned from the run, the air between us felt charged. Avery’s cheeks were flushed, her hair wild and windswept, but she had that defiant look in her eyes that drove me mad. It was as though she didn’t even realize how captivating she was completely unaware of the effect she had on me. Even the numbness that I had felt a while ago had vanished into thin air.
We entered the house, and her eyes immediately darted to the newly installed front door. Her brows furrowed in confusion before her gaze landed on me.
“You—” she started, pausing as though she wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“I called a door company to fix it,” I said before she could ask. “You’re welcome.”
For a moment, her lips parted, as if she was about to thank me, but the sound of a male voice cut her
