Make Believe (Book #2, PRETEND SERIES)

Chapter 8: Seven Days Earlier

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 APRIL’S POINT OF VIEW

 

“Hey, good first day back?” Aiden asked, walking into the living room.

“Noisy,” I chuckled and turned down the volume on the TV.

“Sounds fun. I spoke to Leah today,” he started nervously.

“OK.”

“About whether or not she…you know…liked me.”

“Right, and?”

“And she quite politely told me that I wasn’t her type and that I was too old.” I started to laugh immediately.

“That is hilarious. She’s only four years younger, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she’s twenty-one. She made me feel old.”

“You are, babe. Well, compared to us younger people anyway,” I teased.

“Oh, is that right?”

I nodded my head and tried to suppress my laughter.

“OK, you asked for it,” he said before pinning me down on the couch and tickling me mercilessly. I let out a scream as I tried to fight him off, but of course, he overpowered me easily.

“OK, I take it back,” I said between laughs.

“So easy to find your kryptonite,” he whispered inches from my lips.

“Yeah, I wish I could find yours as easily,” I joked.

“You did. I’m about to kiss it,” he said before his lips met mine. “Right, let’s get take-out and watch movies all night,” he said, jumping up.

“Trying to live out your teenage fantasies?” I teased.

“Yes, I miss those days. We spent more time together then,” he smiled.

“I know, what about starting a date night?”

“Like every week?” he questioned.

“Yeah, we could go see a movie or something, but it’ll be our night. Nobody else, just us. What do you think?” I asked.

“I like the sound of that.” He smiled down at me. “Let’s start tonight, Chinese takeout?”

“Yeah, sounds good to me.”

* * *

The movie was great, and the food was even better. It was nice when Aiden and I got moments like these, when nobody else interrupted us or got in the way. I liked it when it was just us.

We were having a great time, but I sensed something was bothering him. I turned down the volume on the TV and looked at him.

“What’s up?”

“What do you mean?” he asked in confusion.

“I know something is wrong. You’re way too quiet, and you have your thinking face on,” I chuckled.

“You know me way too well, you know.” He smiled, grabbed my hips and pulled me until I was straddling him. The feel of his hand at the soft of my back made my body tingle all over, but I ignored the feeling so that I could get to the bottom of this.

“So, what’s going on inside that brain of yours?” I asked, resting my hands on his chest.

“I was thinking about my dad,” he said softly.

“What about him?”

“I don’t know, sometimes I just think back to everything that he did, to my mom, and Caitlyn’s mom. It just makes me so mad sometimes,” he whispered.

“I understand, but he’s really changed, Aiden. Not many men in his situation can do that. I know it was wrong, but aren’t you glad he turned things around?”

“Of course, it’s just the memories. You remember what it was like, you were there.”

“I know, but I don’t want you beating yourself up about it or thinking you could have made it better because you couldn’t have. Just concentrate on now, and the future. You are not like your dad, Aiden. You’re going to be an amazing father.”

I saw the small hint of a smile appear on his lips.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”he teased.

“No, but maybe one day,” I smiled.

“I would like that, in fact I think that we should get started now. Don’t want to leave it too late,” he chuckled.

“Oh, really?” I replied as he pulled me closer.

“Mmm,” he whispered before kissing me very slowly. I could feel the love as his hands slid up to hold my face in place. They say that your first kiss is the one that you remember, but every kiss we share remains forever etched on my brain.

My body jerked instinctively as the cold pads of his fingers started to trace a pattern just above the hem of my jeans. I closed my eyes as his hand traveled underneath the thin material of my blue tank top, exploring every dip and curve that my body had to offer. In one swift movement, the blue garment was a bundle of mess on the floor. A quiet moan escaped my lips as his grip on my waist tightened. He flipped me onto my back before pausing for a second.

“Hold on,” he said as he dipped his hand into his jean’s pocket. He pulled out his phone while smiling down at me. I watched as he switched it off before throwing it on the floor. “Tonight,” he whispered before his lips began a trail up my jaw line, “I am collecting all of my ‘to be continueds’ and I don’t want any interruptions.” I burst out laughing from underneath him.

“So you are,” I chuckled, and he did. He really did.