Meilin turned around to face him, feeling a bit guilty. "I mean, I didn't get a good impression looking at the building. It was an awful sight. I mean, no elevator? Who lives like that?" she said, trying to justify herself.
Aiden shook his head, amused by her reaction. "I live like that. And I like it. It's cozy and quiet. And it keeps unwanted visitors away," he said, moving closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in. "Besides, you're not here to judge my place. You're here to be with me,"
Meilin felt his strong hand around her waist, preventing her from escaping. She placed her palm on his firm chest, trying to push him away, but he held her in place.
"Scarlet," he called out her name softly, looking into her eyes. "You truly are the master of disguise, but nevertheless, you always look beautiful." He leaned in, his breath warm on her face.
Meilin looked away, "Let go of me," she said, her voice strained.
