Chapter 67

That morning, sunlight seeped through the curtains, warming the room with its golden rays. Dea and Aiden lay in the same bed after a night filled with complexity. The air between them felt heavy with awkwardness, and neither spoke for a moment, both avoiding each other's gaze.

Dea opened her eyes, sensing the tension. She glanced at Aiden lying beside her, his face calm, though her own heart was racing. Quickly, she pulled the blanket over herself, feeling a bit self-conscious about the situation.

“Good morning,” Aiden said softly, his voice barely audible. Dea just nodded, too unsure to reply. The discomfort between them was palpable, like an invisible wall separating them despite their physical closeness.

Aiden searched for words to break the silence. “Last night… uh, that didn’t go exactly as planned, did it?” he asked hesitantly, trying to keep the conversation light, though his heart was pounding.

Dea managed a faint smile, still uncomfortable. “Yeah, you could say that,” she res