I closed the distance completely slowly. Slow enough that he could stop me. But he didn't.
Up close, Aiden was… distracting. Annoyingly so. His tank top clung to him, stretching the fabric just enough over his shoulders to make his biceps impossible to ignore.
The hallway light caught on the muscle when he shifted, like he wasn't even trying and still showing off.
I could smell the alcohol on him.
How much did he drink tonight?
"You came in like a hero," I murmured softly, "then spent five minutes pretending you didn't."
His jaw tightened.
"Because you needed it," he shot back.
"No," I said softly. "Because you wanted to."
I leaned in just enough that my breath brushed his cheek. Felt the heat of him. Felt how still he'd gone.
His eyes flicked to my mouth before he could stop himself.
"You're not my savior," I whispered. "And you're definitely the only asshole here."
His hand came up fast, slamming mine against the wall just beside my head.
The sound echoed.
