Margaret's anger

MARGARET POV

"Are you still awake?" I asked, feeling Aaron's arms wrapped around me from behind.

"Mhm, what is it?" he replied, his voice low and gentle, his breath tickling my ear.

I hesitated for a moment before asking, "I want to ask a question. It feels foolish to ask because you may not be truthful. Will you tell me the truth?"

Aaron's arms tightened around me, holding me close. He kissed my cheek, his lips soft and warm. "I'll be truthful."

Emboldened by his promise, I asked the question that had been on my mind. "Are you a good person?"

"Yes," he said, his voice firm, his chest vibrating against my back.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived. Aaron's next words sent a shiver down my spine.

"But if you ask me on a deeper level, I'm not."