4 - I am Always Here If You Get Scared

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4 - I am Always Here If You Get Scared

Ivy

I had practically sprinted out of his office, almost making fun of myself, when I tripped on my shoes. Thankfully, I didn't fall flat on my face. Knowing him, he would be busy with his work, so I reached home and tried to ignore the burning sensation between my legs and make us some dinner.

For two weeks, we had fallen into a routine. He would wake up early to go to the gym and make us breakfast. By the time I got ready and had my breakfast, he would be back home, showered and ready in his crisp shirt and silk pants, making a small lunch for both of us. I would cook the dinner and we both would have it together, sometimes calling Hayden and Zara. It almost felt like how it was before.

My stomach tightened with nerves when I heard the front door open. Even before he stepped into the kitchen, I knew it was Aiden, the intense air thickening with sexual tension when he greeted me.

"You're early," I said.

He tilted his head. "I didn't have any more appointments. Do you need my help?"

I shook my head. "You can go freshen up. We can have an early dinner."

Aiden nodded, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. I swallowed, my eyes greedily taking in the tanned, muscled skin. "We should watch a movie together. It's been a while since we had any movie nights."

***

Movie night was a terrible idea.

"Are you sure you are not scared?" Aiden asked, his voice low when the creaking paranormal sound continued from the flat screen of the television.

I had my eyes squeezed shut. "I'm not scared," I lied pathetically, my voice nothing but a mere whimper.

I heard him sigh somewhere beside me on the couch and felt the warm blanket around my shoulders. I made a small sound at the back of my throat when he pulled me flush to his side, his arm holding me close.

"Now you can hide your face whenever you want, little Petal," he crooned, his lips pecking my hair.

"Stop babying me," I said, my eyes fixed on his side profile, the sharp jaw, his stubble, long lashes creating shadows on his cheeks.

"Then stop being a baby." He turned towards me, my heart rate increasing. "It's just a horror film. No one is going to haunt you."

I didn't believe him.

Aiden shifted, and I held my breath. Not because of the horror film, but because of how warm his body felt against my side. It was perfect, the easy, comfortable way we fitted together. I clenched my thighs, ignoring his strong, hot body.

"Do you want to watch something else?" He asked, his voice smooth, his hand gently running thorough my hair. I wanted to press myself against him and have his fingers run through my scalp.

"You wanted to watch this movie," I argued.

"Because you chose this," he said. "I asked you before to choose a rom-com, but you assured me you will watch this."

Aiden was right. I picked the horror film because I wanted to show him that I was not little anymore and... I wanted to please him. I knew he enjoyed watching horror films with Hayden, how they would laugh at certain scenes and mockingly scare each other. I never stayed up to watch paranormal stuff with them. It always terrified me.

I looked between him and the television. Squealing at the horrifying jump scare, I pressed my cheek against Aiden's chest and squeezed my eyes shut. His arm tightened around me and I heard the film music stop.

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