로그인**Aiden's POV**The hospital doors slid open with a soft pneumatic hiss, releasing us into the cool morning air. A light drizzle had started while I was inside, and the city smelled of wet asphalt. I breathed it in deeply, letting the fresh scent wash away the lingering antiseptic sting from my nose. My back still throbbed with every step, a dull, hot pulse beneath the bandages, but I refused to show it.The car waiting at the curb. Orlando held the back door open for me without a word, his jaw still tight. I slid in carefully, wincing as the leather seat pressed against my injuries. Macmillan climbed in beside me, his large frame taking up most of the space, while Jordan took the front passenger seat.The drive back to school was quieter than I expected. I casted my eyes to the window, watching things passes like a movie, Macmillan’s knee would brush mine, warm and solid an accidental comfort that made something tight in my chest loosen.“You sure you don’t want the painkillers
**Aiden's POV**"So, are you guys going to tell us what happened in that bathroom or not?" Jordan asked."Aiden's pheromones leaked, and some man tried to molest him in the restroom," Macmillan explained bluntly."Fuck!" Jordan hissed loudly. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" I shook my head, of course he did but there's no point in saying so."But why did they leak today when they've been dormant for a month? And what did you do to the guy?" Jordan pressed."It must have been the sweat and physical exhaustion," Orlando replied from behind the wheel, his voice steady.I met his gaze in the rearview mirror. They'd made me sit in the back with Macmillan, and the cool leather of the seat pressed against my aching body. The faint, crisp scent of the car's air freshener mixed with the lingering trace of my own pheromones sweet and cloying, like overripe fruit. Luckily for them and me, I was the only one who can inhale my pheromone."I've been taking notes on Aiden's pheromones," Orlando c
Macmillan’s POVSomething wasn’t right, I could feel it.I didn’t know when the feeling started maybe when Aiden didn’t come back after the bartender told us he hasn't seen Aiden, maybe when the music got too loud and my chest felt too tight but it crawled under my skin fast and refused to leave.I scanned the crowd again, jaw tightening.“Where’s Aiden?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.Orlando frowned slightly, glancing around. “He was just here.”Jordan leaned back against the bar, unconcerned. “Probably still dancing. You saw him, he’s in his element tonight.”We had just stepped outside for fresh air, seeing Aiden dance had set something inside of me lose and I know the others felt it too.But when we came back I couldn't find him where we left him,I shook my head slowly.That uneasy feeling twisted harder.“I’m going to check,” I muttered, already moving before either of them could respond.The crowd resisted me, bodies pressing in from every side, the air thick with
Aiden’s POVI swayed my hips to the pounding rhythm, arms stretched high above my head as sweat poured down my face like water from a broken faucet. The salty drops stung my eyes and traced hot, slick paths along my neck and chest. I didn’t care if my moves matched the music, I just needed to feel alive.My boys had returned to the bartender’s table. When I cracked my eyes open, I caught them watching me, intense gazes locked on every roll and dip of my body. A thrill shot through me, I added more rhythm to my waist, swaying it harder, smoother, just soft enough to entice them. I didn’t care if they didn’t love me, I didn’t care about the confusing tangle in my chest, whether what I felt was love or deep gratitude. Tonight, I was living in the now, forgetting everything and just dancing.“Are you done dancing?” Orlando’s voice cut through the noise, a small smile playing on his lips when I walked to where they were seated.Finally, he’s loosening up, I shook my head, pointed at
Aiden’s POVThe cold water hit my skin, sharp and sudden, but it did nothing to calm the restless energy buzzing beneath it.I leaned both hands against the tiled wall, head bowed, letting the water run down my face, over my neck, soaking into my hair.A club.We were actually going to a club.A small, disbelieving laugh slipped out of me, echoing faintly in the bathroom.It felt unreal.For once, I wasn’t being told to stay hidden, to be careful, to not exist too loudly. For once, I was stepping into something normal something reckless, loud, and completely out of my comfort zone.And maybe that was exactly why my heart wouldn’t stop racing.Not from fear but from anticipation.I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and roughly drying my hair. The mirror fogged up, blurring my reflection, and for a second, I just stared at the vague outline of myself.Who even was I right now?The scared boy who used to hide from everything? Or this… version of me, who was ready
Jordan’s POVOrlando walked in, murmuring something under his breath, his voice low and edged with irritation. Aiden trailed behind him, a quiet laugh slipping past his lips like he didn’t have a single worry in the world.That alone was enough to make me pause.Aiden walked straight to my bed and dropped onto it, stretching out like he owned the place. The mattress dipped under his weight, the faint creak echoing in the room.He’s been… different lately, lighter and happier.It was strange, considering everything that had happened. If anything, he should’ve been more guarded, more anxious. But instead, it was like the opposite had happened as if the truth being out had taken some invisible weight off his chest.“What's going on? Why is Orlando grumbling?” Macmillan asked from his desk, not even looking up from the book in his hands. The scratch of his pen against paper filled the brief silence.“I don't know,” Aiden said with a small shrug, though the corner of his lips twitched







