"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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There was no fucking way I would leave her alone while she was in pain. Not even for twenty minutes. That's why I had my driver get the things and drop them off here when he was done.
Of course, I didn't just buy my girl cotton sticks and blood-sucking panties, I got a few extra items I know will put a smile on her face; her favourite candy and drink, by drink I mean the Starbucks sugar milk she likes to call coffee.
I glance at the bed. I did fucking fine for a beginner. The sheets might be a little wrinkly and the black pillowcases might not cover the entire pillow but it looks fine.
Ry would make it better though.
Just thinking about us living together, even if it's only temporary has me smiling, though the reason as to why Ry has to live with me makes my blood boil. I've never wanted to murder people as much as I wanted her brothers yesterday. Well, Jalon-her ex is an obvious exception. But his time is coming soon, so I don't have to worry about that piece of shit right now.
I rub my hand over my face and fall face first on the soft mattress. I would give fucking everything to stay here all day with my girl, but there's things waiting for me to end them at my base. And the one hour drive doesn't make it any better.
"Aiden?" My heart speeds at the sound of Avery's weakening voice calling my name from inside the bathroom. "Sí?" I sit up on the bed, my eyes fixated on the black piece of wood separating us.
"Oh! Good, I thought you were still out." I smile at the somehow happy tone, in her breathy voice. I never left. There's a long pause before she continues, "can you bring me my panties and a pad?" I'm off the bed immediately at her question.
"I'll have them in a minute," I respond hastily before jogging down the stairs and into the foyer where the two brown, paper bags lay on the floor. Fluffy, big plastic squares greet me when I open the first bag. All of them in different colours and I assume all of them for different use.
What the fuck is this?
I shake my head in confusion at the Ultra and sensitive-shit written on the fronts and drop the squares inside the bag before making a sprint for upstairs.
"Baby what colour do you want?" I ask with a frown.
"What colour did you get?" Is her reply from the other side of the door. If I didn't know any better I'd say that she's trying to hold in her laughter at the question I asked.
"Don't fucking laugh at me," fuck I sounded like a whining fucking child. Just then a snort is heard. With a roll of my eyes, I bite the inside of my lip to not join her laughter. "Dark blue and purple, but there's more colours too, like green and an ugly ass fuck pink and there's different labels on them." My eyes squeeze shut as I try to remember whatever the fuck was written on the fronts.
