~Aaron's POV
"Amanda," I said sharply, stepping closer, "tread carefully. These last months we have as a couple are all you get. And I will not tolerate you keeping tabs on me, or taking pictures of me, illegally or without my knowledge, ever again."
Her mouth opened as if to reply, but I held up the pictures, my voice firm. "I'm done with this conversation."
Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked out, each step deliberate, letting the tension in the room settle behind me as I entered my room, closing the door with a quiet but decisive click.
I could feel the tension in my chest tightening like a fist as I dialed Katherine's number, needing something grounding after Amanda's outburst. The phone rang once, twice, and then her calm voice came through, and I felt some of the heat in me ease.
"I just got home," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"It's okay," she replied softly, her tone carrying the warmth I didn't realize I was craving.
