James's POV
Here I am, standing in front of Aimee's room door. It feels like my hands are so heavy to knock on this door. I've been standing here for half an hour now, along with Vincent who returned to his pack.
Yes, I asked Vincent not to bring Aimee immediately. I wanted one last night with Aimee, at least before she truly leaves this pack, I can still be with her.
I don't know if Vincent understands my intention, but honestly, I don't care anymore. Honestly, my heart feels a bit more determined now to admit that I like Aimee.
"So, what are you waiting for? When are you going to go in and meet Aimee?"
"I don't know, Diz. I'm just not--."
"Alpha James?"
Suddenly, Aimee's room door opened. She looked at me with a puzzled expression on her innocent face. From her gestures, she seemed to be looking for Vincent, as she glanced back at me a few times.
