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chapter twenty-eight, confessions and confusion

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chapter twenty-eight, confessions and confusion.

    AARON HAD JUST LEFT THE ROOM, abandoning his glass of whiskey on the counter. His movements were quick and his strides were long, he was on a quest. His quest was to find the love of his life, who was currently in her room, getting ready for bed.

Francesca paced around her room, getting ready for bed while simultaneously plotting whoever Aaron was in love with downfall. Her mind was running on a little bit of sleep, her heart aching in her chest.

She didn't know what to do, did she tell him? Did she not? It was a hard decision that she didn't want to make, ever.

Just as she sat down she jolted back up, a loud knock had hit her elegant door. Her heart raced in her chest, her fingers trembled with anticipation. She wiped her hands on her nightgown, hesitantly walking over to her door.

When she opened it she was met with a very anxious Aaron. He smelt like a hint of whiskey, musk and the woods. God, the smell of him was intoxicating.

Aaron took a second to calm his nerves, looking her up and down. His eyes were met by a rather delicious sight, the same nightgown that adorned her body was the exact same one he had removed from her a few night before. That didn't help, his mind only began to wander to how good she felt beneath him.

"Um, can I come in?" He asked softly, his eyes trailing her skin, but he wished it was his fingers and lips. This wasn't helpful, but Aaron couldn't stop. He noticed the soft blush on the apples of her cheeks when she noticed his eyes.

Francesca stepped to the side, allowing him in. As Aaron passed, his fingers brushed against her arm, sending shockwaves through the two of them.

"Is there something you needed to talk about, Aaron?" Francesca asked softly, shutting her door with a soft click. Her feet padded over to him, standing close to him, yet she was so far away.

"I needed to talk about the other night," Aaron stated, his eyes finally looking in hers. Francesca's heart sped up, this was it, wasn't it? This was the moment Aaron said he regretted it, she was sure of it.

"Okay," Francesca spoke, practically forcing the word out. Her voice was shaky and unwilling, her arms scattered with goosebumps as shivers ran down her spine from the fear she was experiencing.

"That night...that night felt so good, and I didn't realize why until I did. I can't keep acting as if I'm not undeniably in love with you, anymore. You're all I think about, when I wake up you're on my mind, when I go to sleep I dream of you. Whenever I hear your name or your voice I get so happy and at first I thought It was because we were friends, and then I tasted you. I touched you. I loved you. And now that's all I ever want to do." Aaron rambled, pacing around the room and talking with his hands—he did that when he was nervous, Francesca observed.

She stood up, her eye brows drawn in confusion. "You're not in love with another?" Her words almost made Aaron burst out in laughter, why would she think that? Had he not made it blatantly obvious that she was the only thing he needed?

"Why would you ever think I was in love with another woman? Francesca, I don't think you understand, I need you. I need you to breathe, to speak, to live. I crave you and only you and I need to satisfy that craving, no other woman will."

"But....i heard you talking, with Lord Ricky. I heard you talk about how great this one girl was, and how much you liked her." Francesca said, stammering out her words as waves of anxiety hit her. She should feel calm, the love of her life had told her he loved her, yet she wasn't calm. Why wasn't she calm?

"Oh my god, love, I was talking about you," Aaron said, walking over to her. He took her face in his hands as he smiled down at her, his touch burning her face in the most perfect way. "Tell me you don't love me. Tell me you don't ever want to be with me outside of necessity, and I'll go." He said genuinely, his heart ached at the thought of her rejection but he would never make her love him.

"But I do want that, and I do love you," Francesca admitted, smiling up at him, her hands resting on his biceps.

"You do?"

"Of course I love you, what's not to love?" Francesca said softly, almost being interrupted by Aaron placing a kiss on her lips. The kiss was soft, needy and loving all at once. It was perfect, it was how Francesca always wanted to feel, and with Aaron, she did. The two parted after a few seconds, not wanting to get too carried away.

The two lay in each others arms the rest of the night, deciding that they never wanted to be apart from each other again.

As Aaron's thumb brushed her skin, Francesca had a question pop into her head. "Why me?"

"Why you? What do you mean, love," Aaron asked, confused.

"I mean, why am I the one that's always in your head?"

"Every man needs a muse, darling. I found mine in you, is that so wrong?" Aaron looked down at her, a soft smile on his face as he pressed a soft kiss to her hair.

"Not wrong, but incredibly cheesy," Francesca laughed, burying her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him.

"Yeah, it was, but you love me." Aaron smiled, tickling her sides, causing her to let out a giggle.

This was perfect, life was perfect. What more did they need? They had each other, and that's all they would ever want.

DELLA SPEAKS !
is the gif a bit silly? Yes
Do I love it? Also yes

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