feelings were hurt because she wasn’t the one calling, she wasn’t the one wondering where he was and hoping he’d pull up. That had never been her thing. Chasing a man. Her mother had taught her long ago that men were built to hunt. Aria knew the game. If she was too accessible, too interested, too approachable, men would come fast and leave with even more haste, so Aria flipped the game. She was hard to get and, therefore, harder to let go of. Once a man captured her, he felt like he was getting a prize. No one had been awarded the trophy yet, and she could see it in Isa’s eyes, hear it in his
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