CHAPTER- 4

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"ONLY YOU CAN GIVE ME THAT FEELING OF WARMNESS INSIDE, THE ONE WHERE YOU GET BUTTERFLIES WHEN YOU LOOK INTO THEIR EYES. WHEN I'M WITH YOU I'M THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD AND I DON'T WANT TO BE ANYWHERE ELSE. WHEN I'M NOT WITH YOU, I'D DO ANYTHING TO BE IN YOUR ARMS.”

—Love Quotes

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Aaron’s P.O.V

"You bastard. Arrogant fool! You totally freaked me out! Do you even realize how scared I was? I thought someone was going to kidnap me! JERK. CRUEL MONSTER!" she screamed.

"Who’s going to kidnap you in your own house?" I laughed, shaking my head. Silly girl.

She shot me a death glare and stormed past me. I grabbed her wrist and turned her around.

She was breathtaking—wearing a simple V-neck black floral dress that revealed her smooth, fair legs. Her black heels added to her graceful aura. Even without makeup, she looked flawless. Her natural beauty could bring any man to his knees.

Those crystal-clear eyes… they told every emotion she tried to hide, always making my heart skip a beat.

Her lips, always curved in a soft smile, and those brown locks resting gently on her shoulders—it was like she was made to be admired.

"Missed me, Pumpkin?" I asked playfully.

"You know how much I hate that nickname," she muttered, looking down.

"I love calling you that… because when you get annoyed, you look even cuter," I whispered, moving a step closer.

She instinctively stepped back. I followed, step by step, until she bumped into the couch. She stumbled and tried to grab me to steady herself, but ended up pulling me with her. I fell on top of her, quickly placing my hand behind her head so she wouldn’t get hurt.

Our eyes met.

Time froze.

Everything else disappeared.

Her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling rapidly—and damn, it was getting harder to control the urge to kiss her.

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Hannah’s P.O.V

I struggled hard to free myself from the man who was trying to kidnap me! But oddly, I didn’t feel danger… I felt safe. Which made no sense.

Something about him felt familiar.

Then he growled, "Stop struggling, or I won’t think twice about killing you."

Wait. That voice…

I knew that voice!

Suddenly it hit me—I yanked his hand from my mouth and shouted, "Aaron?!"

He let me go.

I spun around and saw his smug face. That smirk I always wanted to wipe off.

He looked dangerously handsome in a white short-sleeved shirt that hugged his body perfectly, exposing just enough of his chest with the top buttons undone. His toned biceps, his muscular frame—he had this magnetic aura that could turn every head.

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