Aiden's gaze bore into mine, his eyes narrowing in frustration. "Time? Are we talking about a mere day or maybe two?" His voice laced with impatience, barely concealing his struggle to contain his emotions.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips, tinged with a sense of resignation. I shrugged, a gesture filled with uncertainty. "I wish I had a definite answer for you, Aiden, but I can't make any promises."
He turned away and crossed to the window, arms crossed against his chest, his chin propped on his hand as he stared outside. The silent tension stretched into minutes as we were both lost in our own thoughts. Finally, he turned back to me, jaw clenched.
“I’m willing to try everything I can to make this work,” he told me. “I’ve treated you horribly, and much as I’d like to go back and erase my
