Aiden's POV
Yes, I left before she woke up.
I didn't know how to face her.
What we did… it wasn't part of the plan.
And fuck, when I was cleaning her up, I still wanted her. That frightened me.
This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to happen.
I didn't love Alexia. My heart was with Liz. I had spent years believing that. So why was I so drawn to her?
Why did the feel of her skin still linger on my hands? Why did the memory of her moans still echo in my mind?
I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose as I sat in my office. I had thrown myself into work the moment I left her, trying to shake off whatever this was.
It was just the wine.
Just a mistake.
Nothing more.
Then why the hell did I almost go back?
After getting her a change of clothes and making sure Tobias watched over her, I had forced myself to stay away. To put distance between us.
Yet, even now, I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Her soft lips.
The way she fit against me so perfectly.
