7 - You Filthy Little Girl
Ivy
“W-what?”
Aiden placed the diary on the coffee table between us, including the ruffled pages all straightened out. I looked at the leather-bound diary and those pages with wide eyes.
He knows. He read it. He read how I fantasize about him.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deep.
I shook my head, closing my eyes and wanting to run away. I felt embarrassed. I didn’t want him to look at me. I didn’t want Aiden to know how I felt about him like that. Zara was right. Only if I had confessed my feelings before, none of this would have happened.
Aiden repeated himself, but it was a warning. “I said look at me, Petal.”
I didn’t move an inch, hoping, praying that it was all an embarrassing dream and I would wake up soon.
“I won’t repeat again, Petal
