It's never easy to escape the past. Aiden had no choice but to leave his town, family, and friends, on the run for years from his tormentor who claimed him as his own.
Call it a crude fate, sheer bad luck, or plain stupidity that led Aiden to be ca...
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Lincoln Heights - Mark's residence.
Aiden Walker and Sam Johnson.
Aiden felt something cold brush his burning cheek. Tender touches, so relaxing. He felt himself leaning to that relieving and soothing feeling, humming and relishing in its comfort. He even felt a smile pull on his lips, burying his nose in that source of that peaceful chill.
He refused to open his eyes, enjoying the moment. He knew he must be dreaming, feeling such careful touch, and he didn't want it to end by waking up.
A shiver traveled across his body, and he felt the goosebumps rising. That source of coldness turned out to be a hand that caressed his cheek, down to his lips. Fingers brushed over them, and he could distinguish the possessiveness and the longing from the act. He opened his lips, obeying those fingers, and he met a cold and minty breeze. Something brushed against his nose, sending electric shocks down his spine to his groin. He moaned only from this action and got rewarded with a pair of lips against his own.
The kiss was so agonizingly slow and sensual. A soft texture of skin that familiarly massaged Aiden's quivering lips. The same way from a lost memory that he was so dazed to remember. Those lips' movement turned demanding when he felt the weight on his bed change. The mysterious person leaned closer to him, exchanging the body heat that left him hot and bothered. With a flick of a skilled tongue, Aiden opened his mouth invitingly.
It was just a dream, so why not enjoy it?
While he moaned and grunted at how great of a kisser this person was, he felt a hand rub his hip. In an instant, he squirmed and moved his hips, asking for more, silently pleading that hand to travel further and ravish his body. This feeling was something Aiden has missed for so long. That skinship with someone else, feeding the lustful hunger he built for years now, knowing that no one would be as great in bed as the bad boy.
He heard a sexy chuckle that warmed his heart. A warmth that soon faded when Aiden opened his eyes wide in panic and was met with those bright and vibrant blue eyes he feared, yet adored.
Mason was leaning closer to his face, eyes had a glint of something in them for a fraction of a second, before turning mysterious and unreadable again. A winning smirk painted on those lips that were over his own a second ago.
Aiden quickly flinched away when Mason's hand reached over to touch him. He hastily sat up, looking around to see that Thomas was sound asleep on his bed. The room was dark, but under the moonlight, he could see someone standing over his friend's bed, holding a gun.
A tight grip on his chin made him look back at the face he feared the most. That cheshire grin was so bone-chilling that made him release a gasp.
"You thought you could escape me, Aiden?"
This rhetorical question sent Aiden's mind in full panic, finding it hard to breathe. His lips tucked under his teeth, afraid of whimpering in front of the man who terrorized him for years.
