A Devil Named Aidan ✓

Chapter Ten

In a single, gentle pull, his arms encircle my back, bringing our skin together. He loves the softness of my hair, and I can feel it in his touch as he watches it tumble away.

His touch then travels from my cheekbones to my lips. His hands are always just a little bit higher than the kisses as he slowly kisses me from my toes up while undoing and removing my jeans.

My back arcs in anticipation as I realise where his fingers are about to touch. The first moan that comes out of my mouth is as my head rocks back against the pillow as he does.

"Aidan..."

"Charlie!" My eyes open, and I find myself laying on the couch with the remote beside my head. I shoot up and look at my surroundings, Jake stood in front of me with his arms folded as he yanks my blanket. What is up with them and scaring me awake? It is seriously getting on my absolute nerves right now.

"What the fuck?" I yell, trying to rip back the blanket back from his grasp but he was stern and strong enough to not let me have it again.

"We have to leave now,"

"Why?" I ask him.

"Mum's dinner? Did you forget?" I groan, shoving my head back into the pillow. "Look, I know the both of you had you differences-but mum really wants to make amends with you. Get up, and pack for three days."

Differences is one thing, me and mum had more than just differences. She hates me. She hates everything about me, so she definitely has something planned since she invited not only Aidan and Jake but me as well.

Or maybe she does want to fix our relationship.

Would I let her though?

After the way she treated me.

The minute he leaves the living room, images of my dream flashes into my mind. My fingers grasp onto my lips, and I feel butterflies swarm through my stomach.

Why am I having dreams of Aidan? All the fucking time. I hear my phone vibrate and look down to see Elias bombarding my phone with messages on how sorry he was for last night.

"Had a good dream, did you?"

No.

No, don't look-don't make it worse for yourself.

Maybe if I just pretend, he's invisible.

Or maybe this is still a nightmare? But you know it wasn't a nightmare, it was nothing but a sex dream.

I pinch myself and give a small side eye to see a figure leaning on the door frame of the living room. I sat there, staring at the blank television, knowing that I have to move soon.

"It was alright." I speak, standing up as I fold the blanket.

DO NOT LOOK INTO HIS EYES.

"Sounded more than alright."

I failed, I looked up, and our gazes locked.

I take a whiff of his scent as I pass him. No, I didn't get butterflies in my stomach just from his smell! No! We despise Aidan because he stole the captain, what a fucking prick. But I pause on my steps before continuing because I also want to thank the person who, in essence, saved me yesterday.

"Don't tell Jake about yesterday."

"Nothing for me to tell."

I get ready for a trip of doom by changing and pampering before starting to pack some clothes. My mom despises me. I am aware of that. I am aware that I am to blame. She doesn't want to make things right with me; my brother is a big fat liar.