There’s no way in hell I’ll let him be free of me. Since the moment I saw him in the basement, I always had this feeling that he’s mine.
Only mine.
I reach a hand to stroke his hair back. “Are you going to hurt me, Aiden?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I choke.
Aiden takes my palm in his and flattens it against his heart. “I already made my choice, Elsa. I chose you. Now, it’s your turn.” He lifts my hand to his face and kisses my knuckles. “Be with me, not against me. Choose me.”
Oh, shit.
I think I’m going to faint.
“You chose me?”
He nods once.
“I meant it last night.” I take a deep breath, the words burning in my throat. “I love you.”
He places a finger in front of my mouth. “Don’t.”
My brows draw together in questioning as I remove his finger. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“I know my feelings well, thank you very much,” I snap.
The dickhead manages to piss me off even when I’m confessing my feelings to him.
“Maybe you don’t.”
“I didn’t ask you to say it in return, but you don’t get to tell me how I feel, arsehole.”
I shove my feet in the shoes, pick up my — his — jacket, and storm in the direction of the house.
I’m so fuming that it takes me some time to find my way through the trees.
Okay. Maybe I was lost. So what?
Aiden catches up to me, his trousers are barely done and his hair is a wet mess. The jacket is open and his shirt is barely buttoned.
He points in the opposite direction. “The house is that way.”
“I know that,” I snap.
He smirks in that infuriating way. “Sure thing, sweetheart.”
I start to push past him, but he grips me by the hips, his fingers teasing.
“Let me go. I’m pissed off at you right now.”
He nuzzles his nose in my cheek. “I told you, we can be mad at each other while I touch you.”
I melt in the way he drags his nose down my throat. My body ignites to life.