ALIYA'S POV CONT'D.
“Jayden??” I whispered shockingly.
“Shhhh…” Jayden said as he pulled me and closed the door behind him.
His touch sent a jolt through me, a mixture of shock and something else I wasn't ready to name. His eyes were intense, pleading. He looked different—more vulnerable than I’d ever seen him. I yanked my arm out of his grasp and crossed my arms over my chest, my heart racing.
“What are you doing here, Jayden?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice low. “Evan’s right there.”
“I needed to see you,” he whispered back, his eyes searching mine. “We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I snapped, turning away from him. But even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t true. The tension between us had been suffocating, and the unspoken feelings were a weight I couldn’t bear
