Love in Distress

Love in Distress

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-SAVANNAH- Search rich kid, and you'd find me. Of course you would. I had the closet that could fit the whole town, the room that'll be enough to throw an awesome party, the house that all those billionaires still are jealous of, and the life everybody dreams of. Oh yeah, take note of the past tense because obviously, it's in the past. I used to live like a queen. Now I feel like a rag. How did this happen? Ask the three ridiculously hot morons who just really had to kidnap me. And annoying part is, they don't even want a ransom! The reason behind their motives? I don't know at all. But I WILL find out.
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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