What He Wants, He Takes.

What He Wants, He Takes.

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Meet Adelaide: Sweet, caring, loving and adored by all around her. Meet Xavier: One man whom will do anything to have and keep Adelaide by his side, even if it means taking her away from all she holds dear to her. ... You don't think I will ever hurt you? I scoffed. "But I have hurt you. I had you taken away from your family, taken from your entire life." I said, gently pulling away from her her. "Where... Where are you going with this? Yes, you took me away from my family and the people I care about, but-'' "You see, there, you just admitted it yourself. I hurt you and I don't want to hurt you. I-I love you." I said, suddenly taking her hands and pressing them to my chest She kissed me, cutting of whatever else I was going to say. ''But, as I was saying, they aren't the only people whom I care about anymore... I care about you." she said and took a deep breath "I love you, Xavier." She said. It was around that time that I stopped breathing... She loves me? Me?
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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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