Hating Her

It's late at night, and I'm missing Aaron utterly. I'm not sure why, God, but I'm missing him so much.

I left feeling sorry for him after today's incident.

I hear a car's echoes. Aaron enters the home a few minutes later. Over the couch, I'm drumming my fingers.

During this, he is removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He gave me a sidelong glance.

I instantly averted my gaze. My cheeks began to flush. I took a few steps back and looked around, but I couldn't seem to keep my gaze on him.

He walks up the stairs and into his room.

After a few moments.

I reached for the dining room and turned to see him approaching. At the table, he sat in a head chair.

After that, Amy and the other maids arrived and began serving our meal.

We're both silent; he doesn't say anything to me.

But I want to talk to him and ask him how his day was, but I know he won't want to talk to me.

I press my lips together, embarrassed to be around him.

He stood to go after dinner, giving me a brief glance.

My phon