Roseanne's pov

"I don't know." My response made Aryan lean closer to me until I could feel his hot breath on my skin.

"You don't know?" he asked, making sure that he heard my response correctly

"I mean, I don't know Aryan," I repeated

"Your eyes say something different," Aryan responded

"What do my eyes say?" My words were nearly a whisper, but Aryan was close enough to hear me.

"You want us to stay in the same room? That's what it says," Aryan said, and I scoffed.

"That's ridiculous," I denied

"Is it?" Aryan said, and gently moved away from me.

"You know what? Fuck it! Yes, I want...