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he asked.
“Were they mine?”
“What?”
“Were they my panties that she found?”
His eyes went wide. “Of course they were yours. What do you mean
were they yours?”
“I thought maybe they were someone else’s? I mean, you haven’t
spoken to me in weeks so I thought maybe you were-”
“What? Maybe I was what?”
“Seeing someone else? Or other people? Tindering? I don’t know.”
“I haven’t been seeing anyone else,” he said. “To be honest, I
haven’t even noticed another woman since I spent that night with you.”
I folded my hands in my lap.
“Okay?”
“I’m sorry to be so stupid. I just-” I exhaled.
“You’re not being stupid. I’d rather you ask me then-”
“I guess my feelings were hurt because you almost sounded
ashamed.”
“Ashamed?”
“Yeah, at the accusation that they might be mine. So I started
to worry that maybe you were ashamed of sleeping with me in the first place.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it though?” I asked. “Because if you’d rather forget it ever
happened and go back to being friends I would understand.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You can’t or you don’t want to?” I asked.
“Both.”
My breath was shallow as he drained the rest of his champagne,
squinting his eyes as I’d done to mitigate the burning of the bubbles. Then he
leaned forwards and placed his empty glass down beside mine on the nightstand.
“I’m not ashamed that I slept with you Lucy,” he said.
“No?”
He shook his head. “I don’t regret it at all.”
I tried to smile, but it didn’t take.
“I’m only ashamed of two things.”
“What things?”
“I’m ashamed of the way I acted that night when Fiona told me
you knew about Chelsea, ashamed of the way I treated you because of my wounded
pride.”
I nodded.
“And I regret the fact that I haven’t slept with you since that
night at my apartment.”
I pursed my lips.
“Because it’s not that I haven’t thought about it.”
I squeezed my hands together, afraid to move when he had that
look in his eye.
He turned towards me, placing one arm on the other side of my
legs. “If anything, I’d say it’s become a bit of an obsession of mine to have
you again.”
I almost laughed from nerves but the intent in his voice was
mesmerizing.
“But there is one thing I would change,” he said.
“Oh?”
“From the last time we hooked up.”
“What?”
“Next time I don’t want you to slip away in the night.”
My eyes grew wide.
“The only slipping I want you to do is on my dick.”
I felt a warm twist in my guts.
“And I want you to stay in bed beside me afterwards.”
I wondered if he could hear my heartbeat.
“So I can have you again in the morning.”
I felt my lips fall apart but nothing came out.
“Does that sound like something you can do for me?”
I nodded.
“Cause I can’t tell you how frustrated I was when I woke up and
you were gone.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It was the kind of frustration that only you could help me
fix.”
“I understand.”
“Speaking of fix-”
I bit my lip.
“Seeing as how we finally have some privacy, what do you say I
make it up to you?”
“Make what up to me?”
“The fact that I’ve been a lousy friend and an appalling date.”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, barely able to hear my own
words.
“I was thinking you could give me some medicine.”
I felt my eyes smile.
“The kind of medicine that will make both of us feel better.”
Aiden leaned forward and slipped his hand around the back of my
neck, keeping his eyes on mine as he ran his fingertips up into my hair. Then
he pulled my lips against his and kissed me softly, sending a wave of warmth
down my spine that made the hairs on my arms stand up.
I scooted my butt away from the headboard and let him twirl his tongue
around mine, stirring my insides. He tasted like expensive champagne, and I
felt my chest draw closer to him as if I was being
“Were they mine?”
“What?”
“Were they my panties that she found?”
His eyes went wide. “Of course they were yours. What do you mean
were they yours?”
“I thought maybe they were someone else’s? I mean, you haven’t
spoken to me in weeks so I thought maybe you were-”
“What? Maybe I was what?”
“Seeing someone else? Or other people? Tindering? I don’t know.”
“I haven’t been seeing anyone else,” he said. “To be honest, I
haven’t even noticed another woman since I spent that night with you.”
I folded my hands in my lap.
“Okay?”
“I’m sorry to be so stupid. I just-” I exhaled.
“You’re not being stupid. I’d rather you ask me then-”
“I guess my feelings were hurt because you almost sounded
ashamed.”
“Ashamed?”
“Yeah, at the accusation that they might be mine. So I started
to worry that maybe you were ashamed of sleeping with me in the first place.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it though?” I asked. “Because if you’d rather forget it ever
happened and go back to being friends I would understand.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You can’t or you don’t want to?” I asked.
“Both.”
My breath was shallow as he drained the rest of his champagne,
squinting his eyes as I’d done to mitigate the burning of the bubbles. Then he
leaned forwards and placed his empty glass down beside mine on the nightstand.
“I’m not ashamed that I slept with you Lucy,” he said.
“No?”
He shook his head. “I don’t regret it at all.”
I tried to smile, but it didn’t take.
“I’m only ashamed of two things.”
“What things?”
“I’m ashamed of the way I acted that night when Fiona told me
you knew about Chelsea, ashamed of the way I treated you because of my wounded
pride.”
I nodded.
“And I regret the fact that I haven’t slept with you since that
night at my apartment.”
I pursed my lips.
“Because it’s not that I haven’t thought about it.”
I squeezed my hands together, afraid to move when he had that
look in his eye.
He turned towards me, placing one arm on the other side of my
legs. “If anything, I’d say it’s become a bit of an obsession of mine to have
you again.”
I almost laughed from nerves but the intent in his voice was
mesmerizing.
“But there is one thing I would change,” he said.
“Oh?”
“From the last time we hooked up.”
“What?”
“Next time I don’t want you to slip away in the night.”
My eyes grew wide.
“The only slipping I want you to do is on my dick.”
I felt a warm twist in my guts.
“And I want you to stay in bed beside me afterwards.”
I wondered if he could hear my heartbeat.
“So I can have you again in the morning.”
I felt my lips fall apart but nothing came out.
“Does that sound like something you can do for me?”
I nodded.
“Cause I can’t tell you how frustrated I was when I woke up and
you were gone.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It was the kind of frustration that only you could help me
fix.”
“I understand.”
“Speaking of fix-”
I bit my lip.
“Seeing as how we finally have some privacy, what do you say I
make it up to you?”
“Make what up to me?”
“The fact that I’ve been a lousy friend and an appalling date.”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, barely able to hear my own
words.
“I was thinking you could give me some medicine.”
I felt my eyes smile.
“The kind of medicine that will make both of us feel better.”
Aiden leaned forward and slipped his hand around the back of my
neck, keeping his eyes on mine as he ran his fingertips up into my hair. Then
he pulled my lips against his and kissed me softly, sending a wave of warmth
down my spine that made the hairs on my arms stand up.
I scooted my butt away from the headboard and let him twirl his tongue
around mine, stirring my insides. He tasted like expensive champagne, and I
felt my chest draw closer to him as if I was being
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