Ariana's POV
I slammed the door shut behind me and pressed my back against it, my heart racing like I’d just run a marathon barefoot on glass.
I hated him.
I hated how he made me feel.
And I hated that I still wanted him.
I paced the room like a madwoman, fists clenched at my sides. My fingers itched to tear something apart his face, his shirt, my own skin just to get him out of it. The walls felt too close. The air too tight. Every breath was a struggle, like my chest refused to rise with his name still clinging to it.
"Stupid," I muttered. "So stupid to let him in again."
I was halfway to the window when the doorknob turned behind me.
My eyes snapped up.
Click.
The door creaked open like it knew I wouldn’t be ready for what was coming.
He stepped in without knocking. No hesita
