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OLIVIA

“ If you think we should talk, then say something,” I say.

I fold my arms over my chest. I wait for him to speak, but he is silent for several minutes, just staring at me with a gaze that drills into me.

“ Aiden?” I call his name, unable to hold it in any longer.

I feel the urge to break eye contact, but I resist. His gaze is so intense that it is making me feel weak in the knees. But, I can't let him know that he is getting to me.

But, who am I fooling? I am sure Aiden knows the effect he has on me.

I swallow, my throat suddenly dry.

"This is the sort of thing you do that drives me nuts," I state. "You tell me you want to talk, then you just stand there in silence. I think it is a habit for you."

Aiden places his hand on my waist, tugging me closer to him, before letting it go again.

Why did he take his hand away? I want him to put it back, but I can't bring myself to ask, not when I am angry with him.

"How am I supposed to talk or even think about what to say when you a