7 - You Filthy Little Girl

7 - You Filthy Little Girl

Ivy

“W-what?”

Aiden placed the diary on the coffee table between us, including the ruffled pages all straightened out. I looked at the leather-bound diary and those pages with wide eyes.

He knows. He read it. He read how I fantasize about him.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deep.

I shook my head, closing my eyes and wanting to run away. I felt embarrassed. I didn’t want him to look at me. I didn’t want Aiden to know how I felt about him like that. Zara was right. Only if I had confessed my feelings before, none of this would have happened.

Aiden repeated himself, but it was a warning. “I said look at me, Petal.”

I didn’t move an inch, hoping, praying that it was all an embarrassing dream and I would wake up soon.

“I won’t repeat again, Petal.” He said, his low voice making me shiver. “Look. At. Me.”

Too scared and embarrassed to do something else, I raised my eyes and saw the swirls of emotions in his onyx eyes.

With his jaw clenched, he nodded