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I wipe my cheeks and turn to face him. The depth of longing in his eyes takes me by surprise.
Oh, God.
“Aside from the first time you stepped into RES, I never saw you as your mother.” He takes my hand and cradles it between his strong ones. “You’re the little girl who brought me food and drinks and her annoying Maltesers. You’re not the red woman.”
A sob tears from me, hanging in the air like an axe. “What about in the future? What if you change your mind?”
“Never, sweetheart. Do you know why?” He wipes the tear under my lid and strokes the corner of my eye. “While you look so much like her, you don’t have her empty gaze or her haunting voice. As long as you have this spark in your eyes, I’ll always recognise you as my Elsa.”
Something lifts off my chest even when my heart is being ripped open, bleeding about what happened to him.
I peek at him through my wet lashes. “Can I ask you something?”
He makes an affirmative sound.
“Was I violent back then? I mean, don’t some children that age show signs of antisocial behaviour?”
“Hmm. You weren’t violent per se, but you didn’t forgive injustice. You were obviously a lonely child like me, and that’s precisely why we connected. The difference between us is that you found trouble in controlling and directing your energy. It’s like you were trapped in a reality you couldn’t accept.”
“And you figured all that out back then?”
“No. I studied over the past years.” He taps the side of his head. “This one isn’t empty.”
“Obviously.” I smile a little. “I bet it’s crowded in there.”
“You’re welcome to take a tour any time.” He winks. “Just know it’s not free.”
I smile at the amusement in his tone. “What currency do you accept?”
“Something simple. Sex.”
I push my shoulder against his jokingly. “Does your mind always go there?”
“With you, yes.” He lowers my hand to his trousers and wraps my fingers around an unmistakable bulge. A groan escapes his throat at the contact.
“Here?” I gasp, lowering my voice as if someone can hear. “This is like a torture chamber.”
“We had good memories in it, too.” He grins and his cock hardens beneath my hand. “We can make them better if you open that mouth for me.”
I can say no.
I mean, even he would understand. We were supposed to come here so I’d recoup my memories not so I would suck him off.
However, my mouth doesn’t act as my brain thinks.
There’s this overpowering need to bring him pleasure after all the pain he experienced.
I scramble to my knees in front of him and cup him harder through his jeans. The grunt of pleasure is all I need to carry on. I remove his belt and flip open his jeans with frantic movements. The moment I free him from his boxer briefs, Aiden captures both my hands in one.
“What?” I pant, confused. “I thought you wanted my lips around your dick?”
“And I still do. First, lie down.??
“Why?”
“Do it,” His authoritative tone is hard and raspy.
The air around us ripples with static and pent up desire while I do as I’m told, not sure where he’s going with this.
