Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

14. Moronically Romantic

CHAPTER 14: Moronically Romantic

My eyelids open to one darkened white wall, the storm still brews beyond with the surrounding forest. It's almost too warm when I wake, but it's easy too know I'm being spooned from behind as he snores quietly in my ear, his head is above mine, while the tip of mine is curled under his chin. I've intertwined my hands in front of me and he's covered them completely with his hands.

I breathe silently as he moves his head slightly and the snoring stops, his hands tighten but, he's still asleep by the rhythm of his heart beat on my back and the heaviness of his arms on mine.

I clench my jaw, knowing I didn't really want him to sleepover but, he was persistent and I'd physically exerted myself yesterday. I didn't have the energy required to fight with him as I keep pushing against the invisible pull that may happen to be between us.

I pull our hands down lower before I slip out of his and reach under the pillow we both share, pulling out my other phone, I open it to see an decrypted message from its connection to my desktop. Opening it, I make sure the screen isn't in his possible vision as I open the file.

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Aster Pierce, height of six foot three, specialises in Computer and Electrical engineering of rebutted network programmes. Designer of the ACC Academy's network systems. Attended the Academy thirty-five years ago and has been in service of loyalty to the British Board of Trustees since 2032 winter. His main associates consist of Lyra Royale Blaine, Caesarian Westlake, Blade Crow, Warren Stone and Cassandra Crane, were loyal associates during his time attending the Academy. Aster Pierce passed combat training 203 with exemplary results along with Caesarian Westlake in the lead....

More files require further decryption...
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I read those names once again, Cassandra Crane. I hadn't remembered her profile picture in so long. The blonde curls, I inherited those. The sharp, slimmed nose with freckles along her sharp cheekbones, I looked exactly like her.

She did give birth to me after all.

I inherited nothing of my father.

The year 2044 is my birth year. Twelve years after it was said that Aster Pierce was an associate of my mother's, but, I don't recognise any of the names to be that of my Father's.

The sudden change of Aaron's arhythmic beating of his heart has me turning the phone in my hand off and slowly moving it under the covers, keeping my eyes closed when he lifts a leg over the both of mine.

The feeling of a dancing finger slips along my neck as my head remains pillowed on Aaron's stiff arm, his bicep clicks every now and then as his conscious slowly rears back to reality and now I have to deal with him awakening from his somewhat quiet sleep. He flutters his index finger down my temple, slicing along my cheekbone and down my button nose, only to lift that finger and roll it down my now exposed neck. I almost wince when he touches along the small indentation of his top teeth, hesitant but, longingly.

I wish so badly to break the bone of that finger but, he has the capability to fight back, he has the physical strength, the experience and everything but the motive to defend himself from me at high costs. It's something he won't do, but it's not something I agree with. I think I preferred fighting with him because it became an incentive to keep him at the barrier line of my life.

He was secure and ignored on the other side but, his words were the magic words to his specific passage within. I was more than reluctant to keep him lurking within my shadows, with his own torchlight as he tried to slither his way around my secret room, as if he had permission. He used a loophole on my premises and now has invaded not only my space, but my time and my opportunities to be released from this Academy before he sucks me in.