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『 Chapter 18: Aiden 』
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**Previously**
"Slate Edwards" I breathed kissing him back.
"Isabella Greene" He whispered in my ear as I laughed laying on his chest once more. I smiled closing my eyes as I felt his lips on my head.
"Is that why you flinch every time I touch you?" He muttered. I moved his arm so it wrapped around my waist, "yeah, but I'm not flinching." My eyes fluttered and my stomach twisted.
Slate made me feel like a girl should. Happy. Safe. Wanted. Slate Edwards was my number one.
I'm starting to fall in love with this boy.
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I began slowly opening my eyes, shielding them for the ray of sunlight that shown through Slate windows. I sighed then reached for my phone that sat on the other end, leaving Slate I began to hear the sound of blanket rustling then a long groan. I giggled.
"Good morning" I checked the time before returning it to the charger and laying back down on Slates' chest.
He kissed my head and I smiled listening to his breathing down my neck. "What's for breakfast?'' I asked running my fingers down his chest and stomach.
"Hmm...eggs?" He asked checking his phone and finding my hand to meet in his, before getting up and stretching. His muscles show through his shirt and I bit my lip getting up.
"You get a shower, I will cook." He finished walking out of the room giving me a lop-sided smile.
I walked into his bathroom slowing taking off my clothes, and getting into the shower. I smile remembering the feeling of Slates lips as he met mine. I washed my hair placing my hand on my head, and stretching flexing my back. I dried off before looking around Slate's room.
He had a navy blue bed and navy blue, red, white striped blanket, with two simple pillows decorating his bed. I looked at his room which had a desk with a laptop sitting on top of it and a stand with a wood guitar resting on it.
I quickly got dressed wearing Slates' sweatshirt and my shorts from yesterday, walking downstairs I smiled seeing Slate with his shirt off cooking. I fixed my hair so it was in a sloppy bun resting on my head. I sat down yawning.
"Hungry?'' He asked placing some eggs and toast on a plate and sliding it over to me.
"Starving." I corrected listening to my stomach rumble of the thought of food. I blushed then took a quick bite of my food. I looked around his house holding my toast and standing up looking at the black piano that sat in Slate's living room.
"You play the piano too?''
"Ah, you saw the guitar. Yes, I'm a man of many talents" He mocked taking some toast from the toaster. I rolled my eyes, "A man that's still a virgin." He smirked, "ouch. Too soon." He clicked his tongue.
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Romance[Highest Rank: #5 In Boy Next Door] (Completed) Isabella Greene always had a very odd life. Her mother was out all the time, busy with her job. Her father was a chef and was always home for her. Her life changes drastically when she moves. Secrets...
