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When I walked in his room I noticed Aiden sitting on his bed with his head down. "Umm are you okay Aiden?" I asked him quietly.

Aiden looks up and nods his head. He stands up and walks towards me, he got very close to me. "I'm perfectly fine, I've just been thinking about stuff lately," he started to get more closer to me.

"Like what?" I asked him in a quiet voice. "Just how the thought of you drives me mad and how I just want to kiss you right now." He got so close to me that I can feel his hot breath touching my face.

"Umm what are you doing?" I said in a shaky voice. "What I wanted to do when I first saw you," he then kisses me softy on the lips. I pushed him lightly because I'm too weak still and he's like stone.

"What was that for?" I'm still shocked about the kiss. "I told you, you drive me mad when I see you or even think about you." "Why?" I asked him.

"Because you're so beautiful and wonderful, you deserve everything." I just smiled, I didn't freak out when he kissed me because I know that he's nothing like John.

"I'm sorry that I kissed you, it's just you drive me nuts when I think about you." "Its Ok Aiden, I trust you and well technically that was my real first kiss," I told him while blushing.

"I just want to protect you and keep you safe from danger. I want to love you and I need you in my life. You're the greatest thing that has ever came to my life. When I laid my eyes on you, I just wanted to hold you and never let go."

"When I saw the way you look scared and covered in your blood, I just wanted to hurt or even do worse to the guy who made you scared and hurt you." "Why are you like that to me?" I asked him. "I'm just drawn to you."

He got close to my face, I could feel his breath on my face again, he gets really close that his nose was touching mine. He softly put his lips on mine and kisses me.

When he kisses me I just get butterflies in my stomach. I actually like it when he kisses me, he kisses me softly and sweet and I love that. Then there was a knock on the door.

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