I dozed off after dawn, and when I woke up, Aiden’s car wasn’t there.
“I look like shit, don’t I?” Kim asks.
“Not worse than me.” I sigh, then face her. “What actually happened last night?”
“Aside from drinking?” She hits her head. “I don’t remember much.”
“When Xander carried you last night, you apologised and asked for his forgiveness. What is that supposed to mean?”
She throws me a terrified look. “X-Xander carried me?”
“All the way to your room.”
“And you let him?”
“To my defence, I couldn’t carry you inside.”
“Shit.” Her eyes almost bulge as she glances at me. “What else did I do?”
I hold up my fingers and count. “You pulled Xander’s hair, asked him if you were pretty, then you asked if he forgives you, then you cursed him.”
She groans, head bowing. “Someone kill me. Let’s go home. I can’t physically be at school today. I’ll stuff you with ice cream and not tell a word about it to your aunt. ”
“I don’t think it was that bad.” I laugh. “At least you didn’t get kissed in front of the whole school.”
Kim hits the brakes so hard, I would’ve tumbled forward if I hadn’t the seatbelt on.
“Kim!”
“You…” She swallows, giving me a frantic look. “Y-you were kissed by Xander?”
“Xander? No. Aiden.”
“Aiden?”
I lift a shoulder, feeling subconscious.
Her eyes widen, but it’s not in a judgemental way. “Wow… I don’t know how to comment on that.”
“I’m still not wrapping my head around it either.” And all the things we did in private.
I climaxed. Twice.
I hide my head in my hands, groaning. “It was in front of the whole school, Kim. I don’t know what the hell am I going to do about that.”
“Do you… like him?” she asks almost hesitantly.
Do I?
Aiden destabilizes me. From the beginning, he has never looked at my surface. He dug his nails deeper and brought out sides of me I didn’t even know existed. He toys at forbidden lines that rattle me to the bones.
I crave his sickness. I’m becoming attuned to his darkness and intensity.
But do I like him?
It takes a level of trust to like a person, and I can safely say that I don’t trust Aiden.
Or maybe I don’t trust myself around him.