About last night

About last night

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"Do you love him?" "Ethan.." "Just answer me" The inside of my cheek would be raw by the time I manage to answer him. I glance up at Ethan, he hadn't shaved in the past week. His jaw was lightly covered with salt and pepper stubble. He looked tired. I wanted to pity him. I did pity him. He meets my eyes. We stay there for a while, just watching each others eyes, probably waiting for one or the other to say something. But in all honesty, I didn't have an answer for him. "Do you love him" he repeats, but this time it's less a question, more of a statement, or an order. "Yes" - Love comes at all costs. But at what point can we call it quits? -- USED TO BE CALLED 'lessons in lust'
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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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