Aurora’s POV
Am I in love with him?
The question haunted me all morning as I sat in lectures, barely hearing a word the professor said. I didn’t know what I was feeling. My heart wouldn’t stop beating fast every time I remembered last night—the soft press of Smith’s lips on my forehead, the way his strong arms had wrapped around me in that tight hug, the sincerity in his voice during the apology at the ocean overlook. Everything felt too good to be true. After the cruel plan I’d overheard, the mud, the humiliation… how could I even consider trusting him? Yet here I was, replaying those moments like a hopeless romantic. The spark when his hand brushed my waist in the boutique, the ride on his motorcycle where I’d held him tight, the quiet talk under the stars. It confused me completely. I
