"Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me.
His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his.
"You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the...
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I take in the words on a my Kindle as I wait for Aiden to finish his work. Having spend most of his days with me, caused him to stay behind. Much to both of our surprise I threatened him that there wouldn't be any physical contact between us if he didn't finish his contracts and paperworks. It feels as if I'm with a high schooler sometimes. Oh how the tables turn.
His only response was that I wouldn't be able to resist his charm. Which was kind of true, considering that I feel like an addict since our shower an hour and a half ago. But I only winked at him, knowing that he would probably be the one caving into my charms first.
The guy gets horny twenty-three hours a day. Ateast that's what it feels like.
But I shouldn't be one to talk, I honestly think that Aiden has turned me into a horny teenager in the span of ninety minutes.
Just the thought of his hands and mouth on my body, makes me want him again...and again...and again.
"What would you say if I asked you to come with me to Italy?" The sudden question takes me by surprise. My head shoots up in his direction, long forgotten is the book I read.
I gape at Aiden's large, suit clad figure as he sits behind the desk, opposite me. It surprises me how unfazed he looks by what he just asked, as if it's the most common thing to ask someone...in this case, his girlfriend.
"What?" He can't possibly expect me to move with him to Italy. I've been to the country two times in my life, I don't rember the first considering I was around the age of four but the secind one was a couple of years ago and it was...eventful, to say the least.
Xavier decided that we all needed some sibling bonding time and vacation, so he took us to Sicily, the place where I broke my left arm and the place where Tristan and Zach got food poisoning after eating chicken, the two of them had cooked. Neither of them is allowed to cook food since then.
And let's not forget the most important reason as to why Aiden's proportion is completely and utterly crazy. My big brothers would lose their poop if I told them that I would move contintets, let alone with their best friend, who happens to be in a relationship with me.
Yeah, no.
"Come with me," that's what she said-I need to stop. "To Italy." Aiden looks at me through his long, black lashes, his green eyes contrasting against the bright sunlight from behind me.
"Aiden," I chuckle nervously, trailing off. "I'm still in high school."
His perfectly sculpted eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. His tongue gazes his bottom lip as he stretches his wide arms behind his head. The black dress shirt stretching along.
"I know that you're still in high school?" The statement sounds more as a question, adding to the confusion written all over his face. Hes so cute, I just want to squish his cheeks. Both of them.
