Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

“You don’t get it, Aiden!” I whined, lying down on the couch in his office for my ‘session’ that only consisted of me talking and whining to Aiden, who always listens like the professional therapist that he is,

He groaned playfully at me, rambling on about my predicaments, placed the book he was reading or pretending to read on the table, and slumped on the chair in a weird position that made his neck squeeze together.

Mum would have been pissed if she saw him like that

“Make me get it the; II mean, I don’t understand what other thing is there to get, he likes you a lot from what you have said, and you like him back. What is it I don’t get then?” he asked while sitting upright, trying as much as possible to make a serious face, to which he failed

“That is the problem!” I groaned, not liking the way he was making the whole thing feel like a joke, but I should know better; he always takes things lightly, for longevity he said

“What is?” he asked, confusion written on