PART 3 - CHAPTER 149 JESS

I climbed the stairs slowly, each step feeling like a burden, weighed down by the storm swirling in my mind. Luke's words echoed in my head, his touch lingering on my skin, the way he looked at me as if I were the center of his universe.

But despite that warmth, an impenetrable wall stood between us-a barrier I couldn't break down, no matter how hard I tried. It hurt more than I could express, and I didn't even understand why.

A cold wave of dread washed over me as I reached the landing outside my dorm. Aiden was leaning against the door, his arms crossed, a smug grin plastered on his face. Perfect.

Just what I needed.

"Aiden, what are you doing here?" I asked, annoyed before even hearing his reply. I wasn't in the mood-not after everything, not after the emotional whirlwind with Luke.

He shrugged, sliding away from the door with a self-satisfied smirk. "Thought we could talk. I'm surprised you are back here so early. Mr. Big football player couldn't get it up?" Aiden was bitter, clearly and wanted to hurt me because... Did I hurt him? "Talk?" I snapped, shoving past him to fumble for my keys. "There's nothing to talk about. I told you-I'm fine. I can handle

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like some-" I took a breath, shooting him a glare that could

broken, trying to convince everyone you are trying to remember when I know you are not. You feel relieved. You are just

noticed the way he swayed slightly, a hint of

home before you embarrass yourself more than you

serious, almost hurt. "I'm not fucking drunk," he replied, his voice low and steady. "And you don't want me here because you are scared shitless of

the right key for the door, frustration seeping into every pore. "Just leave me alone!" Aiden stayed put, his dark, unreadable eyes locked onto mine. "Are you sure about that? Because every time I come close to you, your body tells me something else. Maybe

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"Just fucking leave!" I screamed, the words sharp and venomous, cutting

air, a raw and jagged wound that neither

the keys I'd dropped, my hands shaking with the weight of our argument. My vision blurred; tears I hadn't expected began to spill over, hot and uncontrollable. I huddled on the cold floor, clutching the keys tightly in my hand as a wave What was happening? Why was I crying? I barely even understood the feelings

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