Aiden and Maia stood close, their eyes locked in a silent battle. Aiden's confidence radiated, steady and unshakable, while Maia's gaze faltered, betraying the unease she tried so hard to hide. There was a moment—barely noticeable—where Maia realized the truth. Without needing any further investigation, deep down, she already knew that Amelia hadn't meant her any harm. But fear gripped her heart. She dreaded that Aiden might actually find the proof she'd been hoping he wouldn't.
"So," Aiden leaned in, his breath warm against Maia's ear as he whispered, "why don't you start getting ready?"
Maia's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling faster. "What is this?" she shot back, half-nervous, half-annoyed. "Is this your idea of foreplay? You've been playing the prude card for days."
Aiden smirked, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Doing things sober is very different from when you're drunk, Dr. Lim."