Chapter 17

Chapter 17

After six months apart, we’d both changed. Aiden looked different thinner, with sun–lightened hair, but still unfairly handsome in that effortless way that had made half our high school swoon.

I might have been naive about people, but I always had good taste. It’s probably why I’d spent years following him around like a lovesick puppy, convincing myself that the boy next door was my destiny. Looking at him now, I could still see why but the view was different when you weren’t looking through rose–colored glasses anymore.

After a moment’s pause, I walked over with an easy smile, the kind you give distant acquaintances. “Hey,

Aiden! Didn’t expect to see you here.”

more than anything else – no trace of our history, no hint of the girl who used to hang on his every word.

shaking as he grabbed my luggage. The confident golden boy

an explanation: “We ran into him outside. He insisted on coming to help. Wouldn’t take no

know it was fine.

runs and failed attempts at doing laundry. While we

got home, clearly angling for an invitation inside, but we all politely deflected with that practiced suburban courtesy that says “not today” without actually saying

and meeting up with old friends. I heard through the grapevine that he tried to

he’d even try – what could we possibly have left to say to each other? Some stories are better left

After our traditional family dinner (complete with my dad’s infamous attempts at grilling

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