Aiden sat frozen in his chair, his jaw tight, his fists slightly balled on the desk. His chest rose and fell softly as Gavin’s figure moved farther away. He wanted to call Gavin back. The urge was strong, lingering in the back of his throat, but he forced it down. His pride, his anger all of it held him in place.

So he let Gavin go.

When the door clicked shut, Aiden leaned forward on his desk, one hand pressed against his forehead, the other still clenched on his desk. The rubbed his ...