I'm All Yours

Chapter XXI - Good Enough

Hello friends! Sorry for the lack of updating!

I've been so busy with work and life!

But, it's valentines day, so I couldn't NOT give you a saucy chapter!

So if you're not into non PG rates chapters, I suggest not reading this one. Don't worry, you won't miss out on any of the story.

The next chapter will be getting back into the plot  :)

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! xx

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Ugh, my head.

I try opening my eyes slightly, but immediately regret it when sun rays shine right into them and burn them out of my socket.

Okay, not literally, but JEEZ MY EYES!

I throw the blanket over my face and let out a loud groan as I try to force myself to sleep away this hangover.

What did I even do last night?

I remember Felicia and I finding Aiden's stash, obviously getting drunk, and something to do with Nutella?

Oh well, I've got all day to wonder about it, but for now, I am going back to sleep and getting rid of this gross feeling.

Just as I'm about to drift away, a loud bang jumps me awake.

"Ugh!" I groan as I gently rub my aching head. Who the heck makes such loud noises so damn early in the morning?

Wait... was I meant to be doing something this morning?

Suddenly the blanket is ripped off of me, and cool morning air engulfs my body.

I shriek out as I try to grab the blanket, already missing my snuggly cocoon as my eyes connect with a stern looking Aiden.

Woah-oh.

Hold on, it's feeling really breazy right now.

I look down at my body to see I'm only wearing a pair of panties and a large (I'm assuming Aiden's) T-shirt, that has risen up to my ribs.

I let out another shriek as I try to pull the shirt over my knees to hide myself from his heated glare.

But Aiden is not having any of that.

He's suddenly on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his body, his hands keeping my wrists above my head.

"Did you forget something?" He questions my lowly, his head slightly tilting to the side, causing some of his hair to fall over his glowing eyes.

I let out a nervous breath.

"Uh, clothes?" I give a nervous chuckle hoping that maybe we can start joking and somehow lighten up all this tension.

It did not work.

"Training. 7am." He states.

Oh, crap.

"W-what's the time now?"

Please be 6am, please be 6am, please be 6-

"11:45am."

Woooooooooooops.

"Uhh, I'm sorry?"

I give him my best smile, which I'm sure looks more like a grimace, but oh well, at least a tried. A for effort!

My smile falters as he transfers both my wrists into one of his hands, still pinning them above my head, and then using his other hand to lightly trail over my thigh that's hooked around his waist, slowly moving it up to my hip, then lightly tracing the band of my panties.