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OLIVIA

Aiden's breath caresses my ear, making me feel weak in the knees. Even after what he has done to me, he still has this effect on me.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach, just as they had the first time I set my eyes on him.

I struggle to find my voice.

“I don't want to hear anything from you," I pause, stepping back.

It takes every ounce of strength I have to create even that small distance between us.

“I am mad at you,” I add.

Aiden shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes are a deep brown, and they seem to see right through me.

I hate how he always looks so calm and composed, no matter what. But, even more frustrating is the fact that I still find him so attractive.

I am supposed to be mad at him. So, why do I still notice the way his hair falls across his forehead, or the way his lips look soft and pink.

What's wrong with me?

Am I even okay?

“I know you are probably furious with me, and I can't blame you for that," He utters. "You have