22

I summon all my strength to push myself away from Aiden, and pull myself to my feet. I smooth out my gown as I try to regain my composure.

I look toward the door, half-expecting to see Sarah on the other side, but she does not appear.

I hear the sound of the door across the hall creaking open. Sarah heads to her own room without stepping foot into mine.

I let out a sigh of relief. I nearly dodged a bullet there.

Lesson learned: no more messing around with Aiden, or any guy for that matter, when Sarah is in the house. That is way too close for comfort.

I am never trying that again. I can't risk jeopardizing my already messed up relationship with Sarah, not over a guy - especially not Aiden, her best friend. The thought of what might have happened if she had caught us like that makes my skin crawl. I don't even want to think about it.

One wrong move, and I would have lost the trust I have been working so hard to earn from her. I am not willing to risk it.

I turn my attention to the bed