The end of beginning

Nessa’s POV

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I sat outside on the front porch as Aaron’s car pulled up. I stood, resisting the urge to clap like a kid whose favorite parent just came home.

What the hell was wrong with me?

He stepped out, walking toward me with a small smile on his face.

Me: come on, I cooked dinner.

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I sat cross-legged on the bed in my nightwear, my hair still damp from the shower as I waited for Aaron. Dinner had been silent, him barely looking at me once—but with how pink his cheeks were, I knew exactly why.

The bathroom door opened and Aaron stepped out in a loose shirt and shorts, his legs showing. God, he had beautiful legs. And, as expected, his eyes landed on everything but me.

Aaron: uhm… I’m gonna… go sleep on the couch.

Me: you can just sleep here! It’s a big enough bed anyway.

He hesitated, pressing his lips together before finally nodding. He got in on the other side, and I slid under the covers too, our faces turned toward each other as his round dark eyes searched mine.

Aaron: how’