Alexia's POV
I should have pushed him away.
I should have told him to back off.
But I didn't.
Because the moment Aiden stepped between my legs, placing his hands on my thighs with a casual dominance that sent a jolt of heat straight through my body, I was trapped.
Trapped between my own desires and the logic screaming at me that this was a mistake.
Trapped between his intoxicating scent—clean, musky, expensive—and the slow, deliberate way his thumbs brushed over the sensitive skin of my thighs.
I swallowed hard, gripping my spoon like it was my only anchor to reality. Breathe, Alexia. Focus. Think.
"What… what exactly do you mean by this proposition?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.
Aiden smirked, tilting his head slightly, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement—as if he knew I was stalling. As if he could see right through me.
"You and me," he said smoothly, his voice a low hum that vibrated through me. "We give in."
I blinked, my breath catching. "Give in?"
