Chapter 13
“Morning,” Aiden said, as if it was the most normal thing for him to be here.
I’m dreaming. I must be freaking dreaming, I thought, my eyes tracing over his features. His face—it was the same face I’d seen countless times playing in tennis tournaments, down to the small mole slightly obscured by his perfectly pointed nose.
I only realised I was gawking when his gaze landed on me. Look away, Sere. But it was like I’d turned into a statue. Every one of my limbs locked into place, refusing to budge. As though one wrong movement would prove that what I was seeing right now wasn’t real.
Seconds or minutes passed. I wouldn’t have known which. It was like time had stopped inside the bakery. Then a faint clatter shattered our silent staring contest, bringing me back into motion.
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