After I woke up in his arms with the realization that I loved him, I couldn’t work up the courage to face him. I’m terrified that the truth will spill out of my mouth like verbal diarrhea and that he will be scared away.
Aiden didn’t say anything as he sat up gently to sit on the edge of the bed.
I could feel him staring at me, but I focused on the ugly pastel walls, trying to imagine other colors there instead.
“I’m sorry, Ellie” His voice laced with an emotion I don’t recognize and my response is automatic. My eyes snap to look at him.
His stormy grey eyes are laced with sadness and pain is etched on his face. My heart instantly breaks at the sight and I have the overwhelming urge to wrap my arms around him and never let him go until the sadness is gone.
But I don’t want him to thin
