Aiden's POV
The car ride was quiet—well, on her end, at least.
Alexia sat with her arms crossed, staring out the window like she was trying to pretend I didn't exist. I found it amusing, especially since her lips were still slightly parted, and she kept pressing them together like she was trying to erase the memory of my kiss.
Cute.
I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel, stealing glances at her every few seconds. She was still flustered, her chest rising and falling just a bit faster than normal.
So she really didn't expect that kiss.
Good.
Because I didn't expect to do it either.
And yet, the moment I saw Sinclair watching her—watching us—I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Maybe it was petty. Maybe it was possessive.
But I liked seeing Alexia with my mark on her lips.
Even if she was mad at me for it.
To break the silence, I asked casually, "So… what were you doing with him?"
Her head snapped toward me. "Excuse me?"
