When Vanessa Adler took on the position of being Aaron Huxley's assistant two years ago she didn't realize how forever her life would change when things started to spark between her and her boss, when her daily smiles finally start doing something t...
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*turn the song on when it says to!*
The following day turns into a blur, and that day turns into a week, until two busy weeks have flown by of doctors appointments, and work, I've had to make sure both Aaron and Henry have been healing well, my insomnia is just getting worse because of my constant worrying,
Aaron was officially granted the all-clear to return to work, they took his stitching out last week, and told him it would leave a slight scar but he's able to return to normal life now,
We still need to be cautious with henry, even with him healing wonderfully he's unable to pick up heavy items because we don't want to strain his heart, with his older age it's better to not risk it.
I turn to my side and smile when I see Aaron peacefully sleeping, I see the clock and decide it's time to wake him up so we can go to work,
I start peppering Aarons's face with soft kisses on his cheeks, nose, chin, and forehead, "good morning" I whisper as I peck his lips quickly, not wanting to linger on his lips since morning breath is just not my cup of tea,
I stare at his beautifully sculpted face that I've had the pleasure of waking up to every morning these past few weeks, but its come to an end, he's returning to his place since his doctor gave him the all-clear,
A selfish part of me wants him in my bed every morning, keeping me warm and kissing my neck to wake me up rather than an obnoxious alarm, guilt Punctures me deep within my stomach at my foolishness,
I don't want him in any pain or discomfort, his all clear from the doctor was also the end of his pain meds, which means no more near panic attacks while he tries to take them or bad memories he has to relive every day through the pills,
This isn't goodbye I'll still see him every day at work, I just won't get to wake up or go to bed next to him.
"Good morning" his husky, deep voice sends chills to bind its way through my bones, tattooing itself there for eternity,
"Are you ready to finally get back to work?" I gently whisper as my body melts into his body, fitting with his like a puzzle piece as I move closer to his touch
He hums in response, he moves his head to my neck, his warm breath washes over my skin, lighting my neck on fire, and somehow all those marks he put on my neck weeks ago seem very lovely at the moment
"We should probably get ready for work" I mumble against his ear, a deep noise rumbles out of his throat
"I'm going back to my place today, let me sleep for two more minutes in your pretty little neck" he rasps as he kisses my neck gently
