CHAPTER 42 | Aiden
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I’ve been sitting outside Caleb’s house for the better part of twenty minutes, trying to decide how I’m going to make things up with Parker. I’m pretty sure this is also part of a romantic comedy, but the irony isn’t nearly as amusing as I’d like. It’s been two days, seven hours, and thirteen minutes since we fought.
And when she opens the back door and steps outside, I can feel every single agonizing second written on my skin.
She’s looking down at the car keys in her hand and pulling her bag close against the non-existent winter wind and I’m going to startle the hell out of her when I say her name. She doesn’t even realize I’m here.
Fuck me, this isn’t a romantic comedy, I think, sliding out of my truck. I’ve gone stalker.
She glances up and fre
