Being grounded is about as riveting as watching Amy try to flirt. I was already prepared to knaw off my own foot to get my life back, but the restrictions became even more grating when I admitted to Aiden I'd let him bind me again.
He found me Monday at my locker and immediately wrapped his arms around me from behind. I turned to face him, flushed.
"Didn't your Mom ever teach you about personal space?" I ask, breathless.
One eyebrow rises. "How was your weekend?"
"Started rough, but it got better."
He chuckles and the sound sends a quiver up my spine.
"How was Saturday night?"
His eyes narrow, but the smile doesn't waver. "You got my note then?"
I snort to show him how unfazed I am by the idea he broke into my room. "It was hard to miss. Next time you decide to go ninja-stalker on me, try a phone first."
"I'll give it some thought."
