Yours Only -Jackson Avery

Yours Only -Jackson Avery

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"You remember last night don't you" he states crossing his muscular arms across his chest. "Uh..what about last night?" I say trying my best to act as clueless as my interns. "You really wanna act clueless?" He asks annoyed. "What happened last night was really embarrassing so I don't wanna talk about it" I say rolling my eyes trying to hide the blush from my cheeks. "You expect me to forget the fact that you're attracted to me and that I admitted that I wanted to kiss you?" He asks confused. "Yes." I say simply "And what if i don't want to?" He says taking a step closer to me as I involuntary let out a shaky breath. "Then that's not my problem now is it?" I say trying to ignore the fact that I'm feeling a little flustered at the close proximity between us.
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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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