Aiden’s expression was unreadable as he stared at Gavin. Nothing about his voice was soft when he finally spoke.
"Don’t worry about Michelle," he said, slipping his hands into his pockets and turning toward the glass wall to stare outside. "If she wants to come back, let her. I’m not stopping her. But I’m married now."
Gavin leaned against the wall, arms folded. "That’s not what I meant. You know she really—"
"I know," Aiden cut in, his tone calm. "I know she loves me, Gavin. But there’s never been anything real between us. That’s why there was never a scandal. We couldn’t even hold hands, not in public, not even in private. So tell me... why should I throw away my happiness for someone I can’t even be close to?"
Gavin watched him quietly. Aiden’s voice wasn’t raised, but every wor
