True, he doesn’t act like a trustworthy person, and he pisses me off with his manipulations, but it’s also true that he never looks at anyone else the way he looks at me.
I was always trapped in my head and never thought of the situation from his perspective. Even when I did, I used it to outsmart him, not to actually understand him.
He stops in front of us. All tall and broad and... sexy.
Yes. He’s sexy and I can finally admit it to myself without him having to touch me.
Aiden is the sexiest person I know. Doesn’t matter if he’s the only sexual partner I had. No one in the world can emulate his intensity and dominance with my body.
The way I react to him has to do with his person as much as his touch.
“King!” Ronan taps the seat beside him. “Viens par ici.”
He doesn’t even acknowledge him, his entire attention settles firmly on my face. “Come with me.”
I stop pretending that I care about the food and glance at him. At how his uniform moulds to his muscular arms and thighs. At how the first button is open, revealing a hint of his tanned skin.
Shaking my head, I ask, “Come with you?”
“You’ll understand on the way.”
“Hello?” Ronan jumps to his feet and waves in Aiden’s direction. “I’m over here.”
“Move that pretty arse, sweetheart.”
I grab my bag and stand up.
Could be because of hearing him calling me sweetheart again.
Could be because of his damn authoritative tone that has my core all slippery.
Could be both.
Aiden remains motionless for a beat. He probably didn’t expect me to agree this willingly. I surprised myself, too, but I can’t fight it anymore.
At least not now.
Aiden’s pause lasts for a mere second before he wraps his hand around mine and leads me out of the cafeteria.
“Nice talk!” Ronan shouts after us.
I stare at Aiden’s hand surrounding mine. It brings back memories of the time when we were children.
Back then, I was always the one who held his hand and clung to him. I also shamelessly snuggled to his side and laid my head on his shoulder.
Who knew there would be a day when our roles would be reversed?
We slide into Aiden’s Ferrari and fly out of the school’s car park.
“Where are we going?” I finally ask, holding the backpack close to my chest.
Aiden concentrates on the road. “The Meet Up.”
“Why?”
“Nash asked to meet us there.”
Oh.