“Hey!” I turn around against his chest. “I was using that.”
“Not anymore.” His expression remains the same. “Besides, are you here for the pictures or for me?”
“The pictures.” I hide my mischievous grin. “Definitely the pictures.”
“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”
I stare up at his deep grey eyes and his angular features that only keep sharpening over time. The Aiden from Royal Elite School might’ve been handsome, but now, he’s lethal. Knowing that he’ll probably grow up to have the merciless beauty of his father, I can’t help but feel giddy to be with him every step of the way.
We’ve already lost ten years of our lives apart. There will be no more wasting time.
I stand on tiptoes and brush my lips against his. “I thought playing with fire came with being yours.”
“Fuck.” His hold tightens around my waist. “You’re everything I could’ve asked for.”
“And you are mine.”
“Even when I piss you off?”
I sigh. “Even when you piss me off. I don’t only love your protective side, Aiden. I fell in love with everything about you.”
Aiden rests his forehead against mine so that I’m captured in his grey irises. “You were made for me, sweetheart.”
“And you were made for me.”
His eyes glint with sadism. “Do you trust me?”
“Absolutely.”
Aiden grabs me tight and drags me to the edge. I shriek as we fall all the way down.
It’s not fear that takes me over. It’s complete, utter excitement because by being in Aiden’s arms, I have no doubt that everything will be fine.
He said I saved him once upon a time.
What he doesn’t know is that he saved me, too.
13
Kimberly
When Xan said we’d spend our honeymoon in a castle, I didn’t think it would be an actual castle.
No clue how he even got us this whole mansion all to ourselves.
This area of Yorkshire has a lot of castles due to the wars that happened in the Middle Ages, but there’s something special about this one.
I run up the stairs, half escaping Xan’s merciless clutches, and half attempting to find out why I have an intuition that it’s a special castle.
My feet come to a halt when I reach the top, and it’s not because of the breathtaking view of the fields below — although that does play a part.
It’s the whole image of the high towers and the terrace. The stone railings and the smooth floor, which give a nostalgic view.
Everything is so familiar.
A hard body crashes into me from behind and I squeal as I lose my footing. Xan wraps his strong arms around my waist, steadying me in place as he spins me around to face him.
He’s breathing heavily, probably due to the run up the old stairs. I, on the other hand? I cease breathing altogether.