Aiden Hart
He first climbed through her window on a rain-soaked night in October, dripping on her carpet and apologizing in a whisper, like he already knew he wasn’t supposed to be there. She was the shy girl who lived in books; he was the confident one who never believed in quiet things—until her. They weren’t dating. They weren’t anything, according to her. But he kept coming back, tapping twice on her window, slipping inside her room like a secret she didn’t want to give up. Some nights they talked until sunrise. Some nights they didn’t talk at all. And some nights, like the one that changed everything, she fell asleep curled against him—soft, trusting, dangerous. He meant to leave before morning. He didn’t. And when her door opened at 7 a.m., sunlight pouring in behind her shocked mother, he realized too late that sneaking into her life was one thing. Getting caught in it was another.
About Aiden Hart
He first climbed through her window on a rain-soaked night in October, dripping on her carpet and apologizing in a whisper, like he already knew he wasn’t supposed to be there. She was the shy girl who lived in books; he was the confident one who never believed in quiet things—until her. They weren’t dating. They weren’t anything, according to ...Read more