Aria's POV
"Aria? Is that you?" Jackson says as he stood by the front door. I never thought, in my wildest dreams, that he would recognize me, at least not so quickly.
"Jackson, right?" I say, amused.
"Why are you back here again?" Xander asks. "How many times do I have to tell you to knock before coming in?" My mate tells Jackson through gritted teeth, standing in front of me with my legs still wrapped around his waist.
"I did knock this time; you were just too busy to hear it," Jackson says with a little smirk.
My cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I tried unwrapping my legs from Xander's waist but he uses his hands to keep me in place.
"Let me go," I whisper into his ear. But he doesn't. "Please?" I try again.
Almost instantly, he lets me go.
"Why are you here?" Xander asks him. He was clearly irritated.
