"Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me.
His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his.
"You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the...
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My eyes flutter open because of the sunlight, shining through the small glint. The rest of the room is darl, except the one golden streak on the carpet, comi g from the sun. I look down on my chest and see her.
She looks beautiful when she's asleep, hell she always looks beautiful. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows are relaxed and her plump, pink lips are slightly apart, showing a little of her pearly white teeth. She's wearing my black t-shirt and fuck. I would lie of I said that the sight doesn't do things to me.
One of her hands lay on my chest, under her head while the other is wrapped around the middle of my stomach.
Her straight, brown hair falls down her back and shoulders, some strands falling beside her perfectly sculpted face, on my chest.
The argue to twirl the small brown strand, that falls alone gets the better of me. With one hand drawing patterns on her back and the other hand twirling the strand around my finger, I admire her.
This isn't good.
I'm turning soft. I've never admired a girl when she sleeps, I've never felt such strong feelings for someone like I do now, with Avery. I never felt the argue to be lip locked with a person all the time, to hold a person in my arms and never let go, to protect a person.
She's my weakness.
I can't have a weakness. Not with what I do for a living anyway. It makes her a target. But I'm too selfish to care.
I'll die before I let anything happen to her.
I admitted to myself that I had feelings for her over a year ago. But I didn't do anything about it until her birthday. I kissed her and I certainly don't regret it. It was worth it. She is worth it.
The cause of my actions was her boyfriend. When she told us she had one and when he came over for dinner. I knew I couldn't let her be with him. My blood boils at the thought of them together. If I see that pig again, the result will for sure not be a few cuts and bruises.
I shake the thoughts out of my head at the sound of her angelic voice.
"Good morning."
"Morning, princess." I kiss the top of her head and tighten my arms around her pulling her against my chest.
"Was I sleep talking?" She barely whiepsers but I catch it. My eyebrows furrow together and I look down at her. "You still talk in your sleep?" She laughs, blushing. An amazing sound, I could hear it all day.
"Sometimes, Zach said I sleep talked when I slept on the couch yesterday." She shrugs, and I chuckle at her.
When she was younger, maybe eight until she turned sixteen she used to talk in her sleep. It happened almost every night. I remember me and the guys barging into her room because we thought she had someone over.
