First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Chapter 28

ADDISON

I thought when everything is good in life, the other shoe drops after you get time to enjoy it. I didn't expect it to drop this early. This way.

Diaz tried to cover me and shield me from them by taking me in his arms, but there were so many of them.

The paparazzi came to the street we were in, to take pictures and ask some disgusting questions.

They followed us until we found a cab, while I was getting in, one of them pulled me to get a picture of my face, and that's when Diaz lost it. His face got so angry, and he got me in before he went to face the paparazzi. He wanted to hurt the paparazzi but I stopped him before he could do anything, and we got into the cab.

We arrived at the plane site to find another group of paparazzi waiting for us. We ran into the plane and closed the door.

"Are you okay?" He is so angry. His tone is laced with venom and his eyes are full of worry.

"Yes. Don't worry. He just pulled my arm. I'm okay."

"How could you say that? I have to worry. These people will do anything for a good picture."

He gets out his phone and starts typing furiously.

"What are you doing?"

"Texting Eddie. How the hell did they know I'm in London? This can't happen again. I can't...This can't ever...It is not right. You can't get hurt." He's frantic and erratic. He tugs on his hair and neck. His breathing is getting shorter, he's about to have a panic attack.

"Aaron. Please leave your phone." I take it from him, take his hand and put it on my chest. "See. I am okay. I am not hurt. We are both here on the plane. Safe."

He starts breathing the way we found together best for him and he starts to calm himself down.

"I'm good." He says after a few beats.

"I know. I am proud of you."

He shakes his head and looks down. "You shouldn't be."

"How could you be with me? How could you even look at me right now?"

"Diaz, stop the-"

"How could you ever want me? This is pathetic, weak! I can't protect you! I don't deserve you!"

"Don't speak like that about-"

"Tell me. Do you still want me to kiss you, Addison? Not after this!"

"Aaron!" He needs to stop this. He needs to stop putting himself down, making himself feel worse than he already feels. "Yes, I do want you to kiss me."

I huff a tired laugh. "I would want anybody else to kiss me, Aaron. I want you. I don't want anybody else."

He stares at me with those brown eyes, they are darkening with every word I say.

"I said yes to the date, I said yes to the dinners with you. I said yes to everything we've been doing together these past months, when all my job required was an hour of therapy a day with you! I said yes to living with you. I didn't know it then, but I know it now. I want you."

"You are not pathetic or weak. You are strong, kind and...imperfectly perfect."

"In the midst of your panic out there, you thought of me, you shielded me, you protected me."

I got to his face and stood on my toes. I cup his face and whisper against his mouth. "I want you, Aaron. Now."

He steps away and goes into the private room area. I follow him. "Don't."