Keila Forger's Point of View
"Stop exactly on what? I don't think you hate it when I touch and kiss you, so what exactly do you hate about me? It's not like you're in love with Caspian."
Aiden smirked at me. His hands carefully traced the lips of the glass he put down earlier, waiting for me to answer.
"Well..."
"Well...?," he repeated, laced with a tone of mockery. "Get out," he told the other people as he snapped his fingers. "What a surprise, Miss Forger. From the way you look at me, I can tell that you see me as an enemy. But then what a surprise indeed! This enemy can spend his nights lying close to you. Kissing you. Doing those—"
"Stop!" I blurted out with my hands high up in the air to make him stop opening his mouth any further. "What do you want?," I asked as I looked anxio
