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“Oh, hun. Stop crying. That makes my little heart hurt for you,” says Em. “At least now you know.”
Looking at her confused, my tissue in my hand, I ask, “Know what?”
“That you’re still in love with this Adonis.”
“I’m not —”
“Stop denying it. You’d be doing yourself a favour. I’m not saying you have to forgive him right this second. But at least now you know. And you can still enjoy the mind-blowing sex.” She smirks.
She is right. I’m not a whiny bitch. You got this. Cry tonight, and everything will be fine tomorrow.
We’ve been binge-watching Harry Potter for the last few hours, and they haven’t left my side. Despite the tightness in my stomach, the aroma of popcorn and chocolate wafts through the air, tantalising my senses. I can’t help but yawn, feeling the exhaustion of the day weighing heavily on me. Before I know it, my eyes droop heavily and I start feeling drowsy.
I wake up feeling disoriented with the sensation of a warm body against mine and muffled noises in the background. As I attempt to move, my muscles scream in protest.
“Shh baby, you’re fine. I’m bringing you back home,” Aidan’s soft voice speaks.
“What time is it?” I ask, feeling groggy.
“Half past two in the morning.” I can feel his muscles tense as he walks towards what I’m assuming is the front door.
“I swear to god, if you hurt her again, I’ll have your balls on a platter. And Bailey knows how to make a murder look like an accident, so you better think twice next time you mess up.” Em directs her words at Aidan.
“I won’t. She belongs to me, and I won’t make the same mistakes twice. You have my word on that.”
I catch a whiff of his cologne, a blend of woodsy notes and a refreshing hint of mint. God, I missed this smell.
“Why are you here?” My eyes feel heavy, and I struggle to keep them open as fatigue washes over me.
“I told you. I’m bringing you back home. I gave you tonight to hate me. Now, I’m taking you back where you belong. To our house. I’ll give you the night to hate me a bit more, and we will talk tomorrow. But starting tomorrow, you’ll be sleeping in my bed, right beside me. And you can hate me as much as you want as long as your body is pressed against mine when you fall asleep.”
I’m too weak to give him a snarky answer as I fall back into the abyss once he puts me into his car.
Chapter 17
Blakely
Waking up, I’m cocooned in warmth and aware of a hard object pressing into my back. As I try to break free, strong arms tighten around me. The scent of sandalwood and mint fills the air. The heavy curtains prevent any light from filtering into the room, making it impossible to tell what time it is. I can feel Aidan’s warm breath on my neck, making me shiver.
The events from yesterday come back to my mind. I should have known he wouldn’t let me sleep alone. Typical.
I’m still mad and hurt. I tried to see it from his point of view and why he thought that lying to me would be the best thing to do. The reality is that I would have done the same thing if I were in his shoes. I haven’t forgiven him. Yet. But having seen evidence of people trying to kill him and my brother, I understand his need to protect me. And he was right. Telling me that he didn’t love me anymore wouldn’t have worked on me. I’m an overthinker, and I know him. I would have seen straight through his lies.
“Go back to sleep, Tink. It’s too early.” His deep morning voice cuts into my thoughts.
“Why are you in my bed?” I ask him, trying to break free from his grip, making him tighten it more.
“I’m sleeping,” he says like it was a silly question to ask.
“Okay, but why in my bed? Don’t you have your own?”
“This is my bed. Now that we have established that, go back to sleep.” I can feel his nose touching the crook of my neck.
“Not the time to be a smartass. Could you remove your hands from me? I need to use the loo.”
He releases me, grunting as he rolls over onto his own side of the bed. Before I even have time to remove the covers from me, he turns on the small light on his side of the bed and gets up to walk towards me.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I try to slip out from under the covers. “Did you undress me?” My clothes from yesterday are gone, as well as my bra, replaced by my pyjama shorts and a large T-shirt that is not mine.
