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He nodded to the bunk bed. “We used to hide drugs down there. But the
General became concerned one of us had been contacted by the rescuers and
threatened to punish that person. So I had to hide it. I really … don’t know
why I’ve pulled it out now. It’s … So stupid…”
    Aiden shook
his head. “I don’t want it to be like this,” he said. “I want to be able to rescue
them my –”
    I put my arm
around him for comfort.
    Then he
looked into my eyes.
    “I want you,”
he whispered.
    “What?” I
gasped.
    “I have to
have you right now,” he said. “Or my bear is going to go insane.”
    “What do you
mean by that?”
    He showed me
the underneath of his left arm, and then ran the fingers of his right hand
along it. Blood was drawn.
    “Ouch,” I
murmured. “You’re hurting yourself.”
    “Kiss me,” he
said.
    “You I can’t.
We said we weren’t going to. What we did before was crazy, and –”
    “Kiss me now
or never touch me again.”
    I stared at
him, not knowing what to say.
    Aiden stood
up. He walked to the wall and put his arm against it.
    “This whole
world is falling apart,” he said. “And now I’ve lost you too.”
    Without
looking at me, he scooped up the remote and headed towards the cabin door.
    For a second
I was about to let him.
    I’d go and
find my own way out of here. My own way home.
    And then I’d
go to the police. And maybe one day, far, far away, I’d get to see my family
again. And we’d all be together.
    But it was
only for a second.

 
    CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
     
     
    I placed two fingers on Aiden’s
shoulder and he whirled around to wrap his arms around me and kiss me deeply. I
stumbled back, my mind crying out protests like Hang on a second, and I
changed my mind and this doesn’t feel right . I’m pretty sure it
didn’t feel right for Aiden either, but that wasn’t going to stop him from
groping my breasts and putting his mouth to my neck in heated lust.
    The thoughts
dispersed. I didn’t want to be into it, especially not when there was so much
going on out there – so much horror that could have been inflicted on our
family – but at the same time I needed it. Our poisonous escape.
    Aiden pulled
the sofa cushions out and threw them on the floor. Then he threw me down on the
floor with them, lifting up my dress and running his hands all over me as we
kissed.
    As my hands
pressed underneath his shirt, I realized that maybe this wasn’t as disturbing
as we were both afraid it to be. There was something deeper between us here. I
didn’t just want Aiden to fuck me because he’d been making fun of me all these
years and it was a way of clawing back some acceptance. That was just a
charade. The first layer. Behind it, I realized that this thing I had now with
Aiden hadn’t been building when we were younger. It started on this very night.
I had seen him in pain, and I had seen him fight against our enemies with
courage and strength. He wasn’t a teenager. He was a man. This was brand new to
me, and I was brand new for him.
    Soon enough,
there was no clothing or friction between our bodies. He entered me and I
wrapped my legs tightly around his back as he did so. I could see by the face
and the way he continued to gently caress me, whilst fucking me hard at the
same time, that this was a complicated experience for Aiden. For part of him,
he had his bear, his inner animalistic need to have sex – his brutally hardcore
attraction towards me that was like a thirst that would never end. He was aware
of that – it was what drove us to the floor here.
    But there was
something else too. And I don’t mean his ‘feelings’ for me or any of that
stuff. But I knew that this act of intercourse was doing something to his
psyche on another level. You could say… It was changing him.
    I really
began to wonder, if he’d ever been this close to anyone before…
    My neck
drifted back. I could feel the head of his penis was starting to take over me.
Even though he’d been

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