Nadia's pov I sat on the made up bed in front of the TV, a little bit far from it. My fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of my wine glass, my heart caught in a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn't quite make sense of. The dim glow of the TV flickered across the room, casting elongated shadows over the furniture. The muted chatter of Samantha and Neal filling the comfortable silence between scenes. But for me, comfort was the last thing I felt. Across from me, Aidan sat with an easy smile, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch, his presence warm and undeniable. He was happy, and why wouldn't he be? After a week of unspoken tension, stolen glances, and conversations that hinted at something deeper, I had finally given him an answer-one that came in the form of a kiss, soft and tentative but full of meaning. "Stay," I had whispered to him, my heart pounding in a way it hadn't in a long time. And Aidan had smiled, that boyish, confident grin of his, pulling me close as
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