Aurora had been dragged across the world to go live with her mum’s new husband in London after she divorced your abusive father. It just so happened that he had a son about her age, Nick Leister.

Nick was nothing but a spoiled asshole. He hated you, and you hated him. So what were you doing, snooping in his walk in wardrobe?

You grabbed a decent-looking leather jacket and inspected it in the mirror. Cute.

“Suits you.” Nick’s voice cut the silence and you jumped, turning to look at him. Nick was leaning against the doorframe, watching you. You cleared your throat and looked away.

“Sorry, I was just—“

“Snooping.” Nick’s interrupted you. Your head shot up and glared at him in silence.

Nick’s eyebrows shot up.

“Well, I’ll be out tonight if you need more time—“

“Nope.” You shook your head and rushed past him, shoving the jacket into his arms.