saying. Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen.”
I can't help
laughing at him and he laughs with me. I suddenly feel at ease with
him. I relax back in my seat and watch the sleepy town of Summerton
go by. I know I should be nervous, but I can't wait to see my dad.
I know he will be pleased to see me and I know he will listen to
me. I am finally I am getting away from Summerton and stepping out
into the real world. I close my eyes and listen to the music. This
trip seems to be fun and I can't wait to get home.
***
“Jen” a voice
says. I feel someone running their fingers through my hair. My eyes
slowly open and Ayden is staring down at me. The car has stopped
moving and I don't recognise where we are. I blink up at him and a
massive smile grows across his face.
“Where are we?”
I yawn, stretching my arms up.
“I thought we
would stay here tonight” he holds up a key and my eyes look
straight a head at the hotel. “Come on, sleepy head” he sings, as
he ruffles up my already messy hair.
I smooth out my
hair and climb out of the car. We make our way towards the hotel's
entrance. Ayden has my bag thrown over his shoulder as if it weighs
nothing. With his free hand, he grabs mine and leads me across the
grand foray. The floor is a white marble and all the fixtures are
gold.
I and my family
always used to stay in places like this on our holidays. My father
would insist on it, he didn't think it was a holiday unless you
were in luxury. I can't help but notice a few women looking at
Ayden as we walk past. He is oblivious to it, my jealous demon is
raring its ugly head. I don't want them looking at him. He's mine.
No one would ever love him as much as I do.
We halt at the
lifts and he turns to face me. I can feel my cheeks turning bright
red just under his gaze. I let out a deep breath, what is wrong
with me? A few hours back I was scared of him and now I am having
strange thoughts about being in love with him. I am going to put it
all down to trauma, it has to be. The lift opens and we both step
inside, I remove my hand from his and stand on the opposite
side.
“Something you
want to tell me?” His voice is crisp and smooth. The doors close
and the space feels suffocating and I begin to feel anxious. I
shake my head, stare straight a head and avoid looking at him
anymore. He tuts and lets out a deep sigh. “This is going to be one
boring trip if you aren't even speaking to me.”
The lift pinged
and came to a stop. He turned to look at me raised an eyebrow.
“Your have to speak to me at some point.” He stepped out and spun
round to face me. “We're sharing a room!” He gives a dazzling smile
and walks off.
My jaw almost
hit the ground and I rushed after him. Sharing a room? What in the
hell... “Ayden!” I call after him. He just casually carries on
walking while I run behind. He stops outside a door and I almost
run straight into him. “We can't share a room!”
“Yes. We. Can!”
He says forcefully, each word harsh and his eyes narrowing at me.
“I told your mother you wouldn't leave my sight.”
I watch as he
opens the door and steps into the room. To my delight there are two
separate single beds. Relief is an understatement. He drops the bag
on the floor, walks over to the bed and flops down on to it. His
dark eyes stare over at me still stood in the doorway. He leans up
on his elbows and gives that side smile.
“You can come
in,” he laughs. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “What is
your problem with me?”
“I... umm...
Don't have a problem with you” I lie, closing the door and slowly
walking over to the other bed.
I can't bear to
look at him. He does weird things to me. He makes me feel things I
can't explain. In spite of everything, even though it freaked me
out, I am happy to be sharing a room with him. I am crazy, because
of everything I have learnt about him seems to of made the
attraction more appealing. Now, I am
I can't help
laughing at him and he laughs with me. I suddenly feel at ease with
him. I relax back in my seat and watch the sleepy town of Summerton
go by. I know I should be nervous, but I can't wait to see my dad.
I know he will be pleased to see me and I know he will listen to
me. I am finally I am getting away from Summerton and stepping out
into the real world. I close my eyes and listen to the music. This
trip seems to be fun and I can't wait to get home.
***
“Jen” a voice
says. I feel someone running their fingers through my hair. My eyes
slowly open and Ayden is staring down at me. The car has stopped
moving and I don't recognise where we are. I blink up at him and a
massive smile grows across his face.
“Where are we?”
I yawn, stretching my arms up.
“I thought we
would stay here tonight” he holds up a key and my eyes look
straight a head at the hotel. “Come on, sleepy head” he sings, as
he ruffles up my already messy hair.
I smooth out my
hair and climb out of the car. We make our way towards the hotel's
entrance. Ayden has my bag thrown over his shoulder as if it weighs
nothing. With his free hand, he grabs mine and leads me across the
grand foray. The floor is a white marble and all the fixtures are
gold.
I and my family
always used to stay in places like this on our holidays. My father
would insist on it, he didn't think it was a holiday unless you
were in luxury. I can't help but notice a few women looking at
Ayden as we walk past. He is oblivious to it, my jealous demon is
raring its ugly head. I don't want them looking at him. He's mine.
No one would ever love him as much as I do.
We halt at the
lifts and he turns to face me. I can feel my cheeks turning bright
red just under his gaze. I let out a deep breath, what is wrong
with me? A few hours back I was scared of him and now I am having
strange thoughts about being in love with him. I am going to put it
all down to trauma, it has to be. The lift opens and we both step
inside, I remove my hand from his and stand on the opposite
side.
“Something you
want to tell me?” His voice is crisp and smooth. The doors close
and the space feels suffocating and I begin to feel anxious. I
shake my head, stare straight a head and avoid looking at him
anymore. He tuts and lets out a deep sigh. “This is going to be one
boring trip if you aren't even speaking to me.”
The lift pinged
and came to a stop. He turned to look at me raised an eyebrow.
“Your have to speak to me at some point.” He stepped out and spun
round to face me. “We're sharing a room!” He gives a dazzling smile
and walks off.
My jaw almost
hit the ground and I rushed after him. Sharing a room? What in the
hell... “Ayden!” I call after him. He just casually carries on
walking while I run behind. He stops outside a door and I almost
run straight into him. “We can't share a room!”
“Yes. We. Can!”
He says forcefully, each word harsh and his eyes narrowing at me.
“I told your mother you wouldn't leave my sight.”
I watch as he
opens the door and steps into the room. To my delight there are two
separate single beds. Relief is an understatement. He drops the bag
on the floor, walks over to the bed and flops down on to it. His
dark eyes stare over at me still stood in the doorway. He leans up
on his elbows and gives that side smile.
“You can come
in,” he laughs. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “What is
your problem with me?”
“I... umm...
Don't have a problem with you” I lie, closing the door and slowly
walking over to the other bed.
I can't bear to
look at him. He does weird things to me. He makes me feel things I
can't explain. In spite of everything, even though it freaked me
out, I am happy to be sharing a room with him. I am crazy, because
of everything I have learnt about him seems to of made the
attraction more appealing. Now, I am
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