the call won’t be necessary.”
I pulled at my hand, but he wouldn’t let go. “Aidan, I can’t deal with whatever this shit is right now. I need to do this and then I just want to go to sleep for twenty-four hours.”
He nodded. “I understand, but I’ll be here while you do those things, then tomorrow, when we wake up, we’ll talk.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
Before I turned back to the officer, I saw Aidan’s mouth quirk into that half-smile that always made my stomach clench. I refused to acknowledge my reaction and focused on what needed to be done.
Two hours later, I had given my statement, had pictures taken of my bruised face, and Aidan had straightened my bedroom. Surprisingly, during our wicked scuffle, Jack and I had not broken even a lamp or knick knack in my bedroom, just knocked over a few things and shoved some furniture out of place. It was after three in the morning, and all I wanted was sleep. I was so grateful that it was Sunday, and I would have a day to rest before Monday. Although, if the bruise on my face was as dark as it was then, I would not be going to work on Monday. I wouldn’t be able to deal with the questions and the pitying looks I would get from my coworkers.
After the last squad car left, Aidan led me upstairs and changed my bloody shirt out with one of his huge t-shirts. I didn’t argue or even resist, I just lifted my arms when he changed my destroyed top with the tee, and let him shove my panties to my ankles. After he helped me change into another pair of my girlie lace undies, he rolled us both into my bed, pulled my light blanket over us, and stretched out on his back with me tucked into his side.
Even though I really wanted to be annoyed with his high-handed behavior and his refusal to leave, I was also grateful. Since my adrenaline rush faded, my body shivered every so often, until I curled into Aidan’s warm, muscled body and felt his arms pull me closer. As soon as we cuddled into my bed, the tremors stopped. Sleepy, I drifted closer to dreamland and realized that, without Aidan next to me, I would never have been able to sleep.
Just before I nodded off, I cupped Aidan’s cheek and burrowed my face into his neck.
“Thank you for staying.”
I went to sleep as Aidan’s arms tightened around me.
I came awake slowly, sunlight creeping behind my closed eyelids, and in a tangle of limbs. I shifted and stretched, my cheek rubbing against a bare chest. A hot, rough hand slid into the back of my lacy panties, calloused fingers cupping my ass. I made a little noise and snuggled closer to the big body next to me. My fingers skimmed across Aidan’s bare skin. It felt beyond nice but I sensed it wasn’t going anywhere, which was fine by me. My face ached and various parts of my body felt stiff and sore.
The events of last night came screeching into the forefront of my mind and my eyes flew open entirely. Holy crap, my ex-boyfriend turned out to be a psycho who wanted to tie me up and play with me, and not in a fun, sexy way. Amazingly, the source of my even larger freak out was Aidan and the fact that he wasn’t a friend with benefits, but intended to be more. I peeked up at Aidan’s face from under my eyelashes and realized he was still asleep. Carefully, I slid out of the bed and headed toward the bathroom.
I stripped down and climbed in the shower. While I washed my hair, I remembered all the things Aidan had done last night to help me. A warm feeling drifted through my belly. I’d had men in my life that were good at the boyfriend stuff, and those that were bad, but none had ever been as considerate as Aidan had been last night. As a matter of fact, Aidan was very, very good at the boyfriend thing, even before I knew he considered himself my boyfriend. The entire week with Aidan had been nice, no, beyond nice. It had been wonderful.
I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and slathered on conditioner. I liked Aidan, a lot. I liked
I pulled at my hand, but he wouldn’t let go. “Aidan, I can’t deal with whatever this shit is right now. I need to do this and then I just want to go to sleep for twenty-four hours.”
He nodded. “I understand, but I’ll be here while you do those things, then tomorrow, when we wake up, we’ll talk.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
Before I turned back to the officer, I saw Aidan’s mouth quirk into that half-smile that always made my stomach clench. I refused to acknowledge my reaction and focused on what needed to be done.
Two hours later, I had given my statement, had pictures taken of my bruised face, and Aidan had straightened my bedroom. Surprisingly, during our wicked scuffle, Jack and I had not broken even a lamp or knick knack in my bedroom, just knocked over a few things and shoved some furniture out of place. It was after three in the morning, and all I wanted was sleep. I was so grateful that it was Sunday, and I would have a day to rest before Monday. Although, if the bruise on my face was as dark as it was then, I would not be going to work on Monday. I wouldn’t be able to deal with the questions and the pitying looks I would get from my coworkers.
After the last squad car left, Aidan led me upstairs and changed my bloody shirt out with one of his huge t-shirts. I didn’t argue or even resist, I just lifted my arms when he changed my destroyed top with the tee, and let him shove my panties to my ankles. After he helped me change into another pair of my girlie lace undies, he rolled us both into my bed, pulled my light blanket over us, and stretched out on his back with me tucked into his side.
Even though I really wanted to be annoyed with his high-handed behavior and his refusal to leave, I was also grateful. Since my adrenaline rush faded, my body shivered every so often, until I curled into Aidan’s warm, muscled body and felt his arms pull me closer. As soon as we cuddled into my bed, the tremors stopped. Sleepy, I drifted closer to dreamland and realized that, without Aidan next to me, I would never have been able to sleep.
Just before I nodded off, I cupped Aidan’s cheek and burrowed my face into his neck.
“Thank you for staying.”
I went to sleep as Aidan’s arms tightened around me.
I came awake slowly, sunlight creeping behind my closed eyelids, and in a tangle of limbs. I shifted and stretched, my cheek rubbing against a bare chest. A hot, rough hand slid into the back of my lacy panties, calloused fingers cupping my ass. I made a little noise and snuggled closer to the big body next to me. My fingers skimmed across Aidan’s bare skin. It felt beyond nice but I sensed it wasn’t going anywhere, which was fine by me. My face ached and various parts of my body felt stiff and sore.
The events of last night came screeching into the forefront of my mind and my eyes flew open entirely. Holy crap, my ex-boyfriend turned out to be a psycho who wanted to tie me up and play with me, and not in a fun, sexy way. Amazingly, the source of my even larger freak out was Aidan and the fact that he wasn’t a friend with benefits, but intended to be more. I peeked up at Aidan’s face from under my eyelashes and realized he was still asleep. Carefully, I slid out of the bed and headed toward the bathroom.
I stripped down and climbed in the shower. While I washed my hair, I remembered all the things Aidan had done last night to help me. A warm feeling drifted through my belly. I’d had men in my life that were good at the boyfriend stuff, and those that were bad, but none had ever been as considerate as Aidan had been last night. As a matter of fact, Aidan was very, very good at the boyfriend thing, even before I knew he considered himself my boyfriend. The entire week with Aidan had been nice, no, beyond nice. It had been wonderful.
I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and slathered on conditioner. I liked Aidan, a lot. I liked
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