His tousled, inky hair, the mole on the corner of his metal eyes, and the hint of his arrow tattoos as the sleeve of his shirt bunches up. I swallow the meds as he watches me intently. “Yes.” He spins around and hands me the pills with a glass of water.
“You healthy and happy and fucking mine.” “What do you want most in the world, Aiden?” We go on runs together and he works out when he has insomnia, although it’s become rare since our marriage. I wrap my arms around him from behind and rub my cheek against his back.Īiden might not be a football player anymore - except for the occasional games now and then - but his physique is still hard and toned. Aiden stands at the counter fussing with pills. This place is filled with so many heartwarming memories.Īfter hanging the coat and scarf onto the hook on the wall, I tiptoe towards the kitchen. On the sofa, against the counter, and even on the floor near the entrance. I study our house with wooden flooring and dark decor.Ī tinge of arousal hits me at the memory of Aiden taking me in every corner of this house. Aiden yanks off his jacket and jogs to the kitchen - for my meds, no doubt. I’m even contemplating combining the two lands and having a blast with it.įor now, we live in a cosy house with an antique feel to it.Īs soon as we’re inside, I stop to remove my coat. I’ve been going crazy since then, coming up with a thousand and one ideas. He said it’s a gift so I can build my first house. Aiden bought the land next to us for our one-year anniversary. It’s a two-storey house with a small garden I take care of. Hell, I even love his possessiveness sometimes. I love his attentiveness and his protectiveness.
How he fucks me as if he can’t get enough of me. How he carries me to bed from my desk every night when I fall asleep on it.
How he takes me on a run and watches my heart rate through it. I fall in love with how he prepares breakfast for me every morning. I swear I fall for him a little more every day. I’m lucky to be wearing jeans, if I was in a skirt, he’d be bringing me to orgasm by now.Īiden is still Aiden. We spend it talking about classes while Aiden has his hand up my thigh. Our place is about a fifteen minutes’ drive from campus. “Come on, it’s cold.” He pulls on my cheek. He says it turns him on more than anything else. For that reason alone, I move onto my tiptoes and plant a kiss on his lips.Īiden likes it when I surprise him with kisses or when I demand pleasure. He’s become such a constant I can’t breathe without anymore.įorget love and adoration, Aiden is fucking air to me. He’s so caring and attentive, I actually have nightmares about a life without him. This side of Aiden always gets me in a knot.
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