Finally, after waiting for so damn long—daydreaming, fantasizing, craving—my wish was finally becoming reality. Aiden. On my bed. My beautiful Aiden. God, I should probably thank Julie and her mid-morning drinking problem because if it wasn't for her and her chaotic mouth, I don't think we would've come this far.
I wanted Aiden. I wanted all of him. I wanted him to want me just as badly. I wanted to lose myself in him. In his arms. In his everything. I wanted this so much it physically hurt sometimes.
And now here we were.
It was actually happening.
I broke out of his hold for a second just to look at him. He looked so goddamn beautiful—bashful, flushed, trying so hard to suppress how he was feeling but failing miserably. He was losing the battle and he knew it. And honestly? I loved seeing him like this.
He was waiting for me to make the first move.
Fine. I got you, my little damsel in distress.
I pulled off my shirt, and just like that, his eyes widened. Like he wasn't expecting that. I smirked and was about to take off his shirt too, but he stopped me.
"I'm only taking off the cardigan," he said. "Let's leave the shirt on."
Ugh. Not fair. But hey, I wasn't gonna push him. If that's what made him comfortable, then fine. I let him do his thing.
He took off the cardigan and... damn. Damn. Damn.
Underneath, even with the shirt on, I could see everything. His body was insane. Ripped in all the right places. That shirt hugged every muscle like it was custom-made. I couldn't stop staring.
"You work out?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No," he replied, just like that.
Huh. That simple? This man had the kind of body people pay for, and he didn't even hit the gym? Life's not fair. He could've had anyone, any girl drooling over him. But he was here. With me. All mine.
I leaned in again, this time reaching for his belt. He looked surprised.
"You said I should leave the shirt," I whispered, my voice low and teasing, "but you didn't say anything about the pants. They've gotta go."
He gulped. Yeah, I saw that.
And then… we did it.
For the first time.
We actually did it.
His lips were soft, trembling slightly against mine, but the moment I deepened the kiss, he responded—hungrily, like he'd been holding back for far too long. My hands were everywhere, desperate to feel more of him. His body was warm, so responsive, and every little sound he made just pulled me deeper into him.
"You okay?" I whispered, hovering above him.
He nodded, cheeks flushed, legs parting just enough to invite me in. My breath hitched. I leaned down, kissing his jaw, then his neck, and felt him shiver beneath me.
Everything slowed in that moment.
The first touch, the way he gasped as I entered him—carefully, gently—was something I'd never forget. He clutched at my arms, legs wrapping around my waist as I whispered soft reassurances in his ear, waiting for him to adjust before moving. He was tight, warm, and perfect.
We moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, like our bodies had been waiting for this exact moment to happen. He moaned my name, low and breathy, and I lost it. Every time he clenched, every time he whispered something under his breath, I pushed deeper—into him, into us.
He moaned a couple of times—God, it sounded so good. And at one point, he curled under me, completely vulnerable, completely mine. I don't even know how long we went at it, but when it was over, we were both a mess.
We finished, breathless and tangled up in each other, I didn't want to move. I just wanted to hold him, feel his skin against mine, and memorize every inch of him. He curled into my chest, legs still hooked around me, and for the first time in a long time, I felt whole.
Now we were lying there.
On the bed. Exhausted. Breathing heavy.
Aiden was wrapped in my arms, his body still trembling slightly. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, and it was insane how right this felt.
He wasn't saying anything. Neither was I. We didn't need to.
I just held him closer, resting my chin against his head, and let my fingers run up and down his side. I didn't want to let go. Not now. Not ever.
_ _ _
We stayed like that for a while—him in my arms, both of us wrapped up in a quiet kind of peace. I laid back, dazed, still trying to process what had just happened.
We had sex.
Real, actual sex.
I'd imagined it a million times—fantasies spun in late nights and daydreams—but nothing, nothing, compared to the real thing. It was perfect… well, except for the stupid shirt he insisted on keeping on. Why did he have to leave that damn thing on?
Never mind.
I replayed everything in my mind, and for once, I was happy. Genuinely happy. I held him tighter, breathing him in—his scent, his warmth, the weight of his body curled into mine. His face was buried in my chest, and I glanced down at him, heart thudding stupidly in my chest.
I'd really struck gold with Aiden.
Now that he's my—
Oh. Right.
We haven't had that conversation yet.
Shit.
Should I bring it up now? I didn't want to ruin the moment or make things weird, but... I needed to know. I needed him to know how I felt. I couldn't keep it all in, not after this.
"Hey, Aiden," I said gently. "We need to talk."
He groaned, muffled against my chest. "We've been talking all this while."
"Yeah, but this time it's serious," I replied, sitting up slightly. "We need to talk."
With a quiet sigh, he pulled out of my arms and sat up, resting against the headboard. "Okay, okay. What do you want to talk about?"
I hesitated for half a second. Then: "What am I to you?"
He blinked, startled. "Um… what do you mean?"
"I mean... what are we?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. "I dunno. Close, I guess? You're that cute guy who's been hitting on me since forever and... I just, I dunno, feel drawn to you."
"So... you like me?" I asked, hopeful.
"Don't push it," he muttered, but there was a ghost of a smirk on his face.
"No, seriously. I… I like you, Aiden. A lot. Just thinking about you drives me crazy. Not a second goes by where I'm not thinking about you."
Aiden raised a brow. "Wow. Horny much?"
"What? No!" I stammered. "I mean—ugh, shut up."
He laughed, and God, I loved that sound.
I swallowed and leaned in. "Look, Aiden... I think—I think I'm in love—"
He cut me off with a kiss. Quick. Soft. Just enough to silence me.
I blinked. "Um... what was that?"
"I just really needed you to stop talking," he said, his voice low. "Listen, it's not like I'm not attracted to you. I definitely am. Or else I wouldn't have let you touch me. But don't you think we're moving a little too fast? I mean, I like your company, the kissing, everything… but I'm not sure I'm ready for anything serious yet. We barely even know each other."
He was right.
Shit, I didn't even remember his last name. I know he told me at some point, but it slipped my mind.
"Then let me know you," I said quietly. "I want to get to know you. Everything about you. Please, just... give us a chance."
I leaned in and began kissing him gently—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead—trying to win him over, get him to say yes. He rolled his eyes and tried to protest, but I didn't back off.
Finally, he caved.
"Fine. Alright."
I beamed. "So… does this mean we're dating?"
"Not so fast. I never said that," he replied.
"But you agreed!"
"I'll agree only if you manage to get me head over heels for you."
"Are you serious right now?"
"Dead serious."
"Dude, we just had sex. We've kissed, like, five times already."
He gave a wicked grin. "Friends with benefits?"
"No fucking way!"
He burst into laughter. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding. Honestly? I've never fallen in love before. I don't even know what it feels like. But maybe, perhaps... you can—"
"Make you fall in love with me?" I finished for him, grinning.
He leaned in, and I pulled him into another kiss.
"You, sir, have got yourself a challenge," I said against his lips.
We stayed like that a bit longer before Aiden pulled back and grabbed his phone. "Damn. I gotta go. I'll see you later."
He got out of bed and started pulling his clothes back on. This time, he tied his hair neatly up in a bun, and I swear, I had to stop myself from drooling.
I got up too, throwing on some baggy pants and a loose T-shirt.
"I'll walk you out," I offered.
He nodded, and we both left the room, walking together down the hallway.