🌶/ Mature content in this chapter\🌶

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"Just by your touch,
you make me forget
the rest of the
world."

-Unknown.
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Composing myself by forcefully sucking copious amounts of oxygen into my lungs, I finally build up enough courage to re-enter my room and face Aidan. Upon my entrance, I notice his back is facing me as he stares at a photograph of my Mom, Anna and I, pinned to my bedroom wall, seemingly admiring the captured moment.

"You managed to compose yourself now darling?" he speaks, the undeniable amount of arrogance lacing his voice, angering me further.

He doesn't bother turning around to direct his question at me, instead, he allows himself to aimlessly wander around my room, pausing at my book shelf.

"Jane Austen fan?" he asks, arching a perfectly defined eyebrow and finally making eye contact with me.

I respond by simply narrowing my eyes and for a brief second, contemplate whether I imagined our 'almost kiss' because it seems Aidan sure as hell has forgotten. Either that, or he is acting distant on purpose.

Whichever, I'm tired, pissed off and ready for this night to end so decide to aid in its doing so by moving towards my French doors and gesturing for Aidan to get the hell out.
He seems to sense my anger and makes his way over to me, agonisingly slow. Just inches apart, he brings his hand up and cups my chin, an action that, much to my annoyance, makes my stomach flutter.

"What's wrong darling? Not feeling talkative all of a sudden?" he asks, a full smirk gracing his perfectly plump lips.

Lips that still haven't kissed me.

"Don't call me 'darling', you don't know me and yes, I'm not feeling very talkative all of a sudden, so if you could kindly leave, that'd be great." I reply, making sure my sarcasm is disguised with politeness.

The truth is, I'm annoyed because he didn't kiss me but I'd rather he didn't know that fact. Being upset over something like this simply makes me seem childish but I can't help it; the closer I get to him, the emptier I feel and I'm in serious need of feeling numb right now.

"Or I could stay and kiss you?" he offers, backing me up until my body comes into contact with a solid surface.

He positions his hands at either side of my head on the wall behind, trapping me with his delightful arms. His hazel eyes scorch into mine; the intensity of his gaze causing all logical thoughts to wipe from my mind as I stupidly allow my eyes to travel down to his rosy pink lips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asks in a delicious whisper that has my internal mind screaming Hell yeah!

Unfortunately, I seem to lose the ability to speak and end up standing completely still with my mouth hanging open in a less than attractive manner. Aidan, seemingly taking my silence as a strong 'yes', inches his face closer to mine, the smell of his minty breath exciting me.

Once again, I'm overcome with a numbness and relish in the feeling of being completely damage free. My Mother is dead, I'm 2,917 miles away from home and I'm living with my 'dad' who also happens to be a complete stranger to me, yet none of that seems to matter in this moment. It's all overpowered by the endless amount of butterflies surging in my stomach and the strong adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I feel free.

"Yes, I'd like that." I squeak, hating my voice for betraying my confidence.

I quickly bite down on my lower lip, silently chastising myself for sounding so unbelievably desperate. I haven't experienced anything like this before, so I naturally have no idea what the protocol is for a set up such as this.

Aidan suddenly removes one of his hands away from the wall and uses it to run, smoothly, through his thick chocolate locks. The action has me captivated and I find myself feeling jealous, wishing it was my fingers gliding through his hair, not his.
Once he finishes, he carefully places his hand on waist, the contact sending unlimited amounts of sparks shooting through my body, exciting me beyond belief.

Hurry up and kiss me!

My heart furiously starts hammering through my chest and for the second time this evening, I lean in, eager to feel his lips on my own. Much to my annoyance, the contact I so desperately crave is not made and I sigh in frustration, causing Aidan to quietly laugh.

"You're so beautiful, I don't know what I'm going to do with you." he claims; my eyes widening instantly as the meaning behind his words sink in.

"I have a few suggestions." I offer, shocking myself with how flirtatious my tone is.

"Do tell, Amelia." he replies; my name rolling effortlessly from his tongue making me shudder.

Is it even normal to be effected this way by someone you've known less than five hours?

His hand that is still resting on the wall behind me suddenly moves and cups my chin, giving me no option but to look into those dreamy hazel eyes of his. With his chest pressed firmly up against mine and the heat radiating off of him only intensifying my already heightened feelings, I grab onto his thin T-shirt and bring my mouth up to his ear.

"Kiss me, please." I practically beg but somehow manage to keep my pleading tone to a minimum.

I move my head back to its original position and find Aidan's hungry eyes boring into mine, a wicked smile claiming his face.

"With pleasure, darling." he whispers, softly pressing his lips to mine, afterwards.

The instant his mouth joins mine, a small moan leaves the back of my throat and under normal circumstances, I'd be embarrassed by such a display but not now. His gentle rhythm works like magic as his grip on my waist tightens and slowly but surely, the kiss becomes more and more heated as our need for each other increases.

Breaking away, Aidan rests his forehead against mine, breathlessly trying to gain composure.

"I just- I can't really control myself around you." he admits, surprising me with his openness. "I'll leave if you want because I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into doing something you don't want." he speaks, the warmness of his breath thrilling me in ways no one ever has.

As I stare into his conflicting eyes, I consider my options carefully. I understand what he's saying and even though it should scare me, it doesn't. The thought of Aidan being unable to resist his desires around me both excites and shocks me in equal measures. I wouldn't necessarily describe myself as being 'sexy' or 'beautiful', yet here Aidan is, making me feel both these things. I realise I don't know him that well and I fully understand that sleeping with him isn't going to solve my problems but I can't deny its what I want, one hundred percent.

"Stay." I breath, grabbing onto his arms and squeezing his very defined muscles.

His head instantly moves away from mine as his intimidating gaze penetrates straight through my skin. He's evaluating my every inch but instead of feeling judged, I feel confident. It's clear Aidan likes what he sees and that's only confirmed when his lips crash onto mine, once again, only this time it's in a less than gentle manner. He practically devours my mouth and as an animalistic growl leaves his lips, I push myself further into his body, needing more.

The slight hint of beer on his wet lips sends my already fast beating heart into a frenzy and I find myself harshly biting down on them, savouring their taste. Aidan moans yet again and collides his lower body with my own, rubbing me in intimate ways that only one other person has done in my life.

My ex boyfriend-Luke.

Although, I'll admit, my experience with him is nothing compared to what Aidan is making me feel right now.

Perhaps College boys really are better?

I'm suddenly brought from my thoughts when Aidan slyly slips his tongue in between my lips and slowly explores my mouth. He tastes amazing and I mentally high five myself for brushing my teeth before attending  tonight's party, congratulating my sensible mind for thinking ahead. He seductively bites down on my lower lip and I can't stop the very loud, very sexual moan that escapes my mouth.

"Shh darling, we don't want your dad walking in on us." warns Aidan, pulling away from me long enough to voice his concerns.

I momentarily start to panic as images of Jack catching me with Aidan begin to flash in front of my eyes but my worries are soon placed to the back of my mind when his lips, once again, find mine.

I instantly match his captivating rhythm and move my hands, smoothly, through his silk-like hair, enjoying the feeling of it weaving through my fingers. While I do this, his own hands slide sensually down the entire length of my body, before finally coming to rest on my stomach where he begins to unbutton my shirt.

His fingers lightly brush against my bare skin, causing my breath to hitch in the back of my throat, just as goosebumps appear on my body. Once my shirt is undone, Aidan pulls away slightly, watching me as he fully removes it from my shoulders.
His lips are swollen from our kiss and his eyes begin to shimmer with lust as he drinks in my half naked state.

"So fucking beautiful." he mutters under his breath, while grabbing my hips and pulling me away from the wall.

Before my mind can process what's happening, I find myself pulling at the thin material of his T-shirt and yanking it over his head. Revealing his perfectly sculptured body, I allow my fingertips to run over his smooth, naturally tanned chest and shock myself when I place a gentle kiss on his left peck.

"Amelia." Aidan growls, his low tone making my stomach churn in anticipation.

I'm suddenly lifted up and thrown onto my bed in one smooth motion, Aidan appearing above me in no time. Heated kisses are placed on my exposed neck and slowly begin to travel down to my bra covered breasts. His burning lips kiss my cleavage and I can't help but cry out when he incorporates his teeth, nibbling at my sensitive skin.

Aidan's head quickly shoots up as if to tell me to be quiet and I begin to panic when I notice his expression suddenly darkening. His soft eyes gaze into mine and a moment of clarity seems to pass through him as he lifts himself off of me, grabbing his T-shirt while doing so.

"Aidan, what's wrong?" I ask, alarmed at what could've possibly triggered his sudden change of heart.

He quickly slips the black material over his head, covering up his perfectly curved six pack and begins to violently shake his head.

"I can't do this." he states, both shocking and confusing me.

"Umm, okay. If you don't mind me asking, why?" I question, hoping for the love of God it has nothing to do with my less than impressive body.

He stands there, dumbfounded for a few seconds and my eyes travel down to his lower region, confirming that his ability to 'get it up' isn't the problem here.

His body clearly wants this, it's his brain that is stopping him.

"I just can't. Sorry." he whispers, quickly stalking to my French doors and sliding them open.

I want to follow him and demand a better answer than 'I just can't' but I'm so utterly shocked and I seemingly lose the ability to function. Instead, I sit there, gaping at him like some demanded fish and allow my rage to slowly consume me.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" I ask, rhetorically. "Well congratulations, you've succeeded in humiliating me and making me feel like shit." I snarl, pulling my sheets higher up my body, to cover myself.

Instead of denying my accusations, or apologising for his less than considerate actions, he steps out of the door muttering a quick, "It's for the best, trust me." before descending the balcony stairs and leaving me alone.

'It's for the best.' what does that even mean?

Perhaps I'm wrong, College boys aren't much better and Aidan sure as hell just proved that.

Amelia- one.
Aidan- one.

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That's one hell of a first impression...NOT!