One Night Can Change Everything

One Night Can Change Everything

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"So I-" Before I could finish my sentence or even think Aaron had put his arms around my waist and pulled me against him while kissing me fiercely. I was completely frozen with shock...Well almost completely. My hands had involuntarily dug into his thick hair keeping his face secured to mine. I couldn't focus because everywhere his hands or lips touched burned. Burned in a really great way. Making me want more. While one hand held me, his other crept up my leg and dug into my thigh making me moan. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I wasn't in control of myself any more. His hand left my thigh and went behind and under my shirt to the small of my back, he pressed his fingers there keeping me still. He then pulled away from my lips and instead kissed slowly down my throat. I tried to calm my breathing but failed. There was a loud knock on the door. We both froze
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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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