Kaylor
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I muttered, tapping my forehead as I walked to my room after Aaron’s smug exit from the kitchen.
His words– if you ever wanna talk through the wall again, I’m all ears– kept looping in my head. He knew. He’d heard me last night, moaning his name like some desperate creep. I groaned, flopping onto my bed. “Why didn’t I just grab my headphones?”
The apartment was quiet now, Aaron probably off to the gym or wherever stupidly hot guys went on Saturday mornings. I wandered to the living room and spotted a hoodie slung over the armrest— definitely Aaron’s. It smelled like him, that warm cologne that made my stomach flip.
“Screw it,” I said, slipping it on. It was huge, but it felt… comforting. I sank onto the couch. As I scrolled through my phone, my mind w
