Sincerely Yours

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Aiden

"This again." Nate mumbled out next to me, shifting his hips in his seat. I couldn't get enough of him in those tight jeans, snug against his muscly thighs and firm ass. I turned off the car and found myself fidgeting with my fingers for what was probably the millionth time tonight. My face had been probably glowing pink the whole night because Sam was right; being around Nate was scary. He was actually intimidating, the longer time you spent with him. It definitely didn't help when you've had a long-time gigantic crush on the guy.

He was so bold this time. He grabbed my hand at random times throughout the fair, without asking or any warning. He didn't smile, it wasn't his thing, but if he caught me staring too long he showed those pearly white teeth and I could've melted in my seat. His smile, though rare, was extremely sexy. He had this collected atmosphere around him and he was so cool and laid back—I felt like I was in high school crushing on the most popular guy in school when really our social statuses were the mostly opposite. Nate was a loner, but still well known. I was surrounded by people who couldn't get enough of me everyday.

"De'ja vu," I agreed, using the stars above as a scapegoat to avert my eyes to. Just in case I decided to blush when we made eye contact.

"How did I fall asleep in five minutes?" My eyes rolled slightly over to him but I didn't move my head. I caught a glimpse of his stomach (and his V-line, god help me) when he slipped his hand underneath his oversized sweater to gently itch a spot nearer to his chest. I swallowed, "the music, probably. Or maybe the vibration of the car."

"Or maybe you singing me to sleep again." Maybe I should stop assuming he's in too deep of a sleep to hear me. I didn't respond. However, I was gracious for the opportunity to change the subject when his fingers creeped over the back of my hand on the console. "Are you going to freak out and demand we leave this time?"

He understood the meaning behind my question immediately and bit the inside of his cheek as his brows furrowed. I always got a small wave of cold sweat on the back of my neck when he did that. It meant that there was something said that he didn't like. And that could go a number of ways with Nate.

"I didn't freak out."

I scoffed, "sure. And I'm the baby Meghan Markle's having."

"Why would I freak out over something as elementary as holding your hand?"

"If holding my hand was elementary then your pulse wouldn't be so fast paced."

"That's nothing compared to you." He then removed his hand from mine and placed it on my arm. "What's that–a hundred beats a minute? And what of this?" He slid his hand over my chest and dragged it down my torso. Even I felt my heart pound. I nearly flinched when he grabbed ahold of my thigh. I averted my eyes to the window, because he was right. And I hated what he was right about. He had only proved that I liked him more than he liked me. He literally said that how he is around me is nothing compared to me around him.

"Alright, Nate." I pushed his hand away and struggled to keep my face the same. A pang of hurt hit the center of my chest and I felt like just driving home. Maybe I should stop bringing him out here. Every time I do, he says or does something that really fucking stings.

"Aiden?" He called after a few moments of him not noticing he had kind of upset me. He leaned on the console in indulgence as I couldn't help but give him my attention again even if I wasn't happy with him at the moment. He called me Aiden, that was rare. "Tell me about your mom." He suddenly said, if I was eating or drinking anything I would've choked on it.