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After taking a morning shower, I sit on my bed, only wearing my underwear

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After taking a morning shower, I sit on my bed, only wearing my underwear. I'm applying my favorite body lotion to my skin when what happened last night crosses my mind again. Heat travels to every inch of my body every time I remember my first time with Aiden.

I can't deny that my first time hurt, but feeling Aiden embracing me like I was a part of his soul was beyond anything that I could explain. To be one with him means everything to me. I still can't believe that I'm the one staying by his side.

Sometimes, I wonder if I was in a dream. For an ordinary girl like me, to be in Aiden's arms indeed feels like a dream. I never thought that I would have a desire so fierce to be seen as a beautiful woman.

A knock on my door snaps me out of my daydream. "Nevaeh." It's Aiden's voice. My heart thuds.

"Come in."

The moment Aiden opens the door and sees me in only my bra and panties, I realize what's happening.

Did I just let him come into my room while I'm still half naked?

Gosh, Nevaeh, what were you thinking about?

Aiden stops short and closes the door behind him. Even though he's already seen me naked a few times, it seems like the sight still makes him taken aback.

I don't know what I should do. Hiding my body from him sounds stupid, but I turn my back on him nonetheless, facing the other side.

"I just finished taking a shower," I stutter, pouring the lotion onto my palm before applying it to the skin on my leg.

Please, Nevaeh, don't say anything stupid.

I tend to blurt out stupid things when I'm nervous.

I feel Aiden's footsteps approaching me, and my heart beats faster.

Today is the weekend, so we'll be spending a lot of time together. In fact, I was looking forward to it.

But then, why am I feeling so damn nervous right now?

We're here alone in my bedroom again, and I can't help but think about the thing we did last night, on this very same bed.

Hold on. There are many things we can do together in my bedroom. Why do I have to think about that one? My mind is so corrupted.

Aiden sits on the bed, close to me, but I'm still not facing him.

"How are you feeling after last night?" Aiden's voice is so soft and tender that it sends butterflies to my tummy. "Are you okay?"

Right. We didn't talk about this during our breakfast because Ian was wandering around.

How am I supposed to answer this question? I still feel a bit sore, but it's going to get better soon, I guess.

"I'm okay," I say in a small voice.

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