Ivy
The sound of our breaths, heavy and labored, filled the room as we lay entwined. Aidan's fingers trace the marks on my wrists, making me flinch. He kissed them gently.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, remorse filling his voice. "I hurt you."
I reached out and gently tilted his face towards mine, my fingers tracing along his stubble. "Hey," I said softly, meeting his eyes with understanding. "It's okay, Aidan. I know you needed this."
"Needed it?" he questioned, not entirely convinced. "Or just wanted it? There's a difference, Ivy."
"Sometimes they're one and the same," I countered, feeling the weight of everything we've been through together. "You were angry about everything that happened, and you needed a release."
"Tonight, with you, it was more than just release," Aidan admitted, his voice strained
