She was a good girl.
She was polite.
She was humble.
She was extremely beautiful.
She studied hard.
She didn't drink.
She was completely genuine.
She would curl up with an good book every night and be completely content.
She had a past that always t...
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Aiden grins in reply before he looks at me like he was trying to figure me out; "favorite color?".
"Purple" I reply instantly; "whats's yours?"
"Black" he states proudly making me laugh a little at the predictably; "favorite food?"
"Do cookies count?" I reply to which he nods, "what's yours?"
"Pizza" he replies chuckling before continuing; "okay new rule, you can't ask the same questions I do."
I roll my eyes but smile, "okay, um...do you play any sport?"
"I box sometimes, and I used to play football but then...other things came up" he replies thoughtfully.
"What other things?" I ask, he smirks in response, his cocky self returning.
"Wait your turn," he says making me roll my eyes. "Favourite sex position? Mines anything where you're involved" Aiden winks at me, I look at him exasperated until he breaks out into a loud laugh; "just kidding, favorite TV show?"
"Ummm The Vampire Diaries" I reply, you can't blame me; the Salvatore brothers are as hot as Aiden. He chuckles at my response.
"Do you have a job?" I ask him.
"If you're looking for a male escort that looks as good as I do, then I'll do it for free" he replies winking, I had noticed he didn't really answer the question but I left it with the impression that he wasn't ready to share.
I roll my eyes at his immature ways.
Aiden goes quiet for a moment before he asks me my next question; "why did Elijah swap spots with you so easily when you said you were claustrophobic at dinner?"
Oh shit, he did notice that.
Should I tell him?
Ahhh screw it.
"Umm, I used to get panic attacks?" I reply after a minute of silence hesitantly. He looks at me curiously but nods, I'm assuming he was waiting his turn to question me further. A part of him looks like he was in conflict about something inwardly. He looks at me expectantly, waiting for my question.
"What 'other things' happened?" I ask Aiden, remembering back to a few questions earlier.
"Just family stuff" he responds nonchalantly, again I had figured he didn't want to elaborate.
"Why do you get panic attacks?" he asks straight away, although my heart sinks I put on a brave face and smirk confidently.
"Just family stuff" I wink, using his words against him once again.
He laughs genuinely, a sounds that I'll never get tired of and smiles at me. Although he is smiling genuinely he looks deep in thought about something once again.
