The Enhanced

Chapter Thirty Seven

"It means that I think I need you, I need you in my life, here. I need you with me. I don't know why, I don't understand. But I do understand that I want you around, for as long as you want to be around, that is." He announces.

I feel my vision blur slightly as I raise my gaze to look at him, he was already staring at me. "Aiden, I don't know what to say, I have to-" I pause as Aiden leans forward. I find myself frozen in place as his body shifts along the sofa nearer to me.

His arms come up and rest on my shoulders, just as his lips meet mine. The kiss was different from Hayden's. It was nice, it was enjoyable, but it also felt completly right. Like somewhere in my brain, two puzzle pieces had some together and a connection had been made that I never knew needed to.

His hands move from my shoulders to my hips and my own hands cup his face. He starts to get excited and moves on top of me and when I don't object his hands move to lift my shirt. My hands instinctively go to stop him. I tug the bottom of my shirt securely down on my waist where it belongs.

Aiden reels back with a meek expression and gives me a small mile, "Sorry," he says, "I got a bit excited, it's been a while since I've actually been with somone," he admits.

I smile back, "No, no, it was nice. I'm not ready for that. I'm sorry, I'm just, I don't know," I blurt out.

He grabs my arm, "Don't be sorry, that's absolutely fine, Juliet, I promise. I'm sorry I went too fast," he reassures me.

The entire ordeal reverts into small chuckles and awkward silence and I decide it is time for me to go to bed before anything questionable happened again. I go to stand up but Aiden grabs my arm for a moment before releasing his grip completely. Realising he may want to say something, I take my seat again and look at him expectantly.

He meets my gaze for a split second before avoiding eye contact completely.

"What's wrong, Aiden," I probe.

He clears his throat and looks further away from me, "It's just, ad don't take my word for this because I really have no idea how any of this works at all. But I just, I think- I think I might love you," He says, unsure.

I stare at him. He loved me? How was that even posible? When ould that have happened? And how had I not noticed.

"Are you okay?"

I nod violently and look away, "Yeah, yeah, just surprised." I reply, "Look, I think I'm gonna go to bed and clear my head. Everything is getting a bit overwhelming," I tell him. I stand again but this time, I take a moment to embrace Aiden, I didn't want him to feel rejected or embarassed. The whole situation was just getting a little much for me.

I make my way to bed but sleep does not come. My mind swirls with questions and problems and unknowns as I decide what to do. How could I leave him now? How could I now that I knew how he felt?

After over an hour of mulling and worrying, I pull myself from bed and trudge into the living room where the lights only source of light is cast from the TV. I see Aiden curled up, leaning towards it and edge closer.

"Are you drunk?" I whisper.

He rouses and rub his face before squinting at me, "No, why?" He asks, sitting up.

I nod and find myself smiling slightly, maybe Aiden was changing for the better with me around. Though that thought soon turns dark and I push it from my mind as quickly as it came. I move to sit next to Aiden and I take his hand in mine.

"So now that you know, about pretty much everything, I feel I should be honest with you," I explain. "I am thinking about leaving," i admit slowly.