Aiden's POV

 

The five of us stood at the front of the restaurant, and the cold night wind pushed past me, making me shiver and giving a second reason as to why I wanted to get back to the comfort of my hotel room as fast as possible.

 

The first reason was not as simple; actually, it was a bit complicated. Fiona. It might have been a simple case of misinterpreted signs, but the gestures she had been given all night were speaking for themselves.

 

First it had been placing her hand on my thigh, which she claimed was accidental, and then the glances. At first, I thought she was...