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[Note to re-readers:
23/09/2019 : this kiss scene has been heavily edited. I've wanted to change the published version for a while because I re-wrote it a long time ago. In the original scene I wrote, I was still getting the hang of their relationship/chemistry, and how I like to portray and detail Aidley's 'romantic' moments. I want to rework most of this book (it is a first draft) but for now I'll only be doing certain scenes/moments until I have more time on my hands.]

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This was Marley's first kiss.

After Aiden pulled her to his chest, her heart was singing when pressed his lips against hers.

The next few beautiful, heart-stopping seconds were frozen in time. Neither moved in the moment after their lips touched. The feelings were indescribable. Marley was lost in them, lost in everything she felt like she'd been waiting for since the day she met him. This was everything he had ever made her feel, all at once. Heat. Pain. Hope. Hopeless. Faith. Happiness beyond happiness. Love. She wondered if he felt it too. She wondered if his world was falling apart, too.

Aiden's responding groan to their colliding energy was as encouraging as it was maddening. Beautiful as it was torturous.

He pressed her body against the gazebo with his, and shifted his lips against her own. Marley's eyes fluttered at the sweet friction, at the absolute bliss, her hands curling around the bars of the railing behind her when Aiden tightened his grip on her hips.

She hesitantly shifted her lips against his in an attempt to create a rhythm between them even with her lack of experience. It was so hard to think anything coherent. It was so hard to try to mimic his own skill when she was lost in the sparks. The love. But at her awakening, at her response, he truly came alive for her, his lips parted over her own, cupping her chin for deeper access. Kissing her soft, slow, before the yearning became deeper, more rushed, more eternal.

The fire between them was unreal. Marley was still trying to process the fact that this beautifully broken human loved her back, let alone this kiss. Let alone this intimacy that she could feel everywhere. In every move he made he radiated how eager he was for her, how much he wanted this as much as she did, and that only made her more confident, more hopeful.

"Christ, Marley," Aiden breathed in awe against her already swollen, tingling lips as he pressed his forehead against hers, pulling away for air as their chests heaved with heavy pants.

Marley blinked dumbly, stars in her vision and her blood racing hot and fast in her veins; she was speechless. For the first time in all her life, her overactive mind had stilled. She couldn't think. Couldn't speak for what was thrumming between them. No language alive or dead had a hope of translating this passion into a coherent thought, their passion.

Aiden's hands lifted from her waist but his body was pressed against hers enough that he could still keep her legs from giving out. They would have. Nothing in her was in working order right now. It all had stopped. Her heart. Her breath. Now both working in overtime to compensate for Aiden Matthews and his lips more electric than a live wire.

While they caught their breath, Aiden's hands circled her wrists still squeezing the railing for dear life. It was her anchor that wasn't him.

Her eyes flickered to his hold on her wrists before they locked on his blue ones, darker than she's ever seen them with a more knee-buckling, hooded gaze than ever. Aiden was focused so intensely on her parted, tingling lips like they'd changed him the way his changed her. It evoked a heated shiver down her spine, it intensified the flush across her skin.