Marley held them out in front of her, staring at the lilac purple colour neatly painted on her nails. "Maybe I wanted to." She peeked up at him after a moment of silence. He had his eyebrow raised. "No you didn't," he said instantly, with all the certainty in the world. "No I didn't," she agreed, her shoulders sagging. "The smell was rather strange in there, it was painful at times, there was no football on any tv, and Tristan-" Marley cut herself off instantly, clamping her mouth shut. Shoot. It's too easy to confide in Aiden, even to her detriment. "And who?" He was instantly asking. "Marley?"
She sighed, folding her arms over her chest and keeping her gaze steady on the view in front of her. "It's nothing." It took him about two seconds to put the pieces together. "That girl. The one w
