Aiden.
When the light in his eyes darkened to something scary, I knew I had crossed the line when I invited him in. And as I stared into those eyes, a mixture of anger, worry and desire played in them– If only I could read his thoughts then it would've been a bit easier to know what he was thinking.
In the next minute he began closing in, sending riffs of panick and pleasure down my system, deja vu of the last night he closed in like this playing in my head as I moved back in reflex. He didn't stop still until we were just breaths apart, his scent weakening all reasoning.
When he mouthed those words "What do you want, Aiden". And called my name as though he never stopped thinking about me, I just knew there was no turning back from this.
