In your arms ~ Stephen x reader~ Kinda memey

In your arms ~ Stephen x reader~ Kinda memey

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*So I plan to put some smut in this story. I'm not kidding this time. So, if you can't handle things like that... don't read this pls.* One minute your just talking, another moment your making out in an alley. Your relationship with him is complicated. Desperately trying to keep the relationship a secret, he hints it relentlessly. "Why? Why me..?" You ask. You always get a simple but doubtful answer. "Because I love you." He'll say. But you have to admit... You love him too.
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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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