CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

“Good night, Aaron. Sleep well.”

“So you’re avoiding me today?”

Martina’s question was simple, yet so spot on that I didn’t dare to look at her at first. And when I finally did, I saw her pursing her lips in a way that made her dimples show.

“No...” I dragged, but she didn’t buy it.

“That’s mature.”

“What is? I said I’m not.”

I watched her shift her weight to one side, while she rested her hand on her hip. I didn’t miss the eye roll, either.

“Yet you’re not talking to me.”

I didn’t reply.

“See? Point proven. You’ve barely said a word all morning. Even Jakefound it strange.”

“I... Uhh. I didn’t have anything to talk about.”

A raised eyebrow said it all.

“Sometimes answering questions can be enough to keep a conversation going.”

“I answered,” I muttered.

“One-syllables doesn’t count, Aaron. Now can you please tell me what’s wrong? You’re confusing me with this hot and cold behavior.”

I snorted.

"I’m confusing you?” I said a little too loud. Luckily, after a glance over my shoulder, I fo