Stalker

Chapter 24- Memories

Aiden

I woke up to the bed moving, my eyes opening to see Maria trying to carefully climb off the bed without waking me.

She was facing the opposite direction, her oversized hoodie rising up and revealing her pink panties that were covering her butt.

She had a cute butt.

I reached out, grabbing Maria's wrist and yanking her backwards, a small shriek leaving her mouth as I pulled her into my arms. I wrapped them around her tightly, smiling at the way she laughed.

"Aidennnn." She whined, trying to squirm out. "Aiden I have to pee."

"You'll be fine." I pecked kisses onto her cheek rapidly, her butt pressing against me as she continued to squirm.

"I'm literally going to pee my pants." She warned, spinning around in my arms so our faces were inches apart. "Let me go, i'll be right back."

"Fine." I pressed a kiss to her nose before I released her, watching her hurry out of the room and down the hallway.

Last night we laid down after dancing, cuddling for a while before Maria got too hot and discarded her pj pants. I snuck into Marco's room for some sweatpants, sleeping in those and the black t-shirt I was wearing.

I still didn't want anything sexual happening between Maria and I, not while we weren't in the right headspace. There was no point in rushing into things, if Maria really wanted to then she would still want to in a few days when things are better.

Maria came back after a few minutes, sitting down next to me on the bed with her legs folded, her hands in her lap.

"I have some questions." She said, chewing her bottom lip as she scanned my face. "It's just, Marco said something yesterday about how it would be hard to bail you out when you have a past like yours..."

I sat up immediately, my back against Maria's headboard. I reached out for her hand, keeping her from picking at her fingers. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything." Maria said, holding onto my hand. "I want to know everything about you."

"Hm." I knew that one day I would have to tell her, because it wore on me. It affected me. Things would set me off, like sex. There was a reason I was hesitant to do anything with her, even if I blamed it on being in the right headspace.

"Okay." I nodded. "Are you sure? It's kind of heavy?" A part of me wanted her to say no, forget it, just so I wouldn't have to talk about it.

But this was Maria, so she didn't.

"I'm sure." She was holding one of my hands with both of hers, rubbing my hand with her thumbs. "Please."

"I grew up poor, dirt poor." I could still remember the arguments my parents would have over money, the way my father always smelled like alcohol because he spent the last few dollars we had getting wasted. "It was me, my parents, and my sister. It was really hard on us, no matter how hard my dad tried to make money, he was fired within a few weeks. He ended up taking shitty jobs that didn't pay much, and my ma would do housecleaning jobs while my sister and I were at school."

I paused, remembering the way my mom was so tired when she got home at the end of the day, the way scrubbing floors everyday wore on her body and her soul.

"Well one day, a group of guys saw us struggling. They told my dad they could give us money, pay our bills, feed us, he just needed to do some jobs for them. He ended up involved with a gang because he was so desperate. When Ma found out, she was pissed. I don't think i'd ever seen her that mad before. It was scary. But it was too late, dad couldn't get out of it."