❝ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ❞ | mature
Too many arguments too much tears, they foreseed how it will end. Their break up was a mutual agreement and so was what came after.
Six months afte...
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I really don't like this chapter but I know it's been a long time so here you go!:')
I know waiting for updates is the worse but I have another hotchniss story that I need to update so I'm trying spliting the time I'm writing, I upload at least three chapters on one story and then take a break to update three more chapters to the other, I know sometimes it takes longer than usual but i can't control it, thank you for being patient:)
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Sometimes, he thought he was dreaming. Waking up with her by his side used to feel so unattainable that he still couldn't believe she was actually his again. He didn't hesitate before kissing her, nor did he worry about her reaction if he did.
It was as if he were wrapped in a coat of serenity that grew softer with each day spent by her side, allowing him to occasionally forget why they were there and leaving him completely dazzled. This case had definitely unveiled some secrets, the most significant being one he realized was kept hidden from him by his own subconscious: he loved her; he had never stopped.
He loved her with everything he had, with every breath he took, until it became the core of his being. Every morning, he chose to kiss her awake, to let her pull him into a restaurants Claire had recommended, to love her every night until she screamed his name, allowing that love to make him almost complacent. That's why it felt like a dream.
It felt like a dream because it was so unlike him to be easily distracted, to feel no urge to snap back to reality, and because he believed there was no realistic way she would end up with him again.
She crawled back to her side of the bed, swinging her legs out and kneeling as she watched him sleep on his stomach, the side of his face pressed against the white pillow and his arm hidden beneath it.
His back was exposed, stripped of the T-shirt Emily now wore, revealing toned muscles that were relaxed and impressively visible. She reached her hand toward his face, her finger gently touching it. The light from the corridor, the only illumination in the room, allowed her to see his face clearly, perhaps because the outlines and details were already etched in her mind.
Her thumb stroked his eyebrow as she noticed a small smile growing on his lips. It was irresistible to suppress her own, but she knew her touch hadn't awakened him; it probably just infiltrated his dreams. She understood it would take much more than just her touch to rouse him after their exhausting day.
Their day had included preparing a large order from her flower shop—a task Aaron had kindly offered to help with and later, babysitting Shay until the girl finally fell asleep on their sofa.
She watched him a moment longer, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing beneath his eyes. Finally, she let go, sighing, "Aaron..." she whispered, running her fingers up his spine, the tips connecting with the small beauty marks scattered across his back.
