(Aaliyah’s POV)
The next morning came bright and early, and before I could talk myself out of it, I was driving over to Jaime's place in the city to make do with my promise to win him back.
My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I drove, and my heart pounded with a bit of nerves and anticipation as I navigated through the bustling streets.
For some odd reason, Logan’s words still kept replaying at the back of my mind.
I didn’t understand.
Why would he make such a horrifying accusation in the first place?
He was a bastard for sure, trying to badmouth a good man, just to get in my good graces.
But God, Jaime….
I hated that he was making me have doubts, no matter how very small they were.
For one, why was he being so distant?
He had been so loving… so perfect in Aspen, def
