Chapter 4

I woke up with a massive headache and in an unknown apartment. Not that it bothers me. I’m used to waking up in different beds every now and again. 

“Morning,” Aiden greets walking in with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I tried to remember last night, but it’s a complete blank. 

“Did you sleep okay?” I nodded, climbing out of bed. 

“Clearly you 're not a morning person,” he said in a playful tone, but me, being me, takes it as offences 

“I’m not a person at all, so stop the small talk and take me home.” 

“Listen, Emily, whatever shit life you had before, fucking deal with it, you’re not lost and you still have people who care about you,” he declared openly with an annoying attitude. 

“Care about me? Are you actually joking with me now? You never had to jump from one home to another, praying that your next home will be better than the previous one, or where you would at least be treated as a “person” You never had to fucking live on the streets, so if you want to use the word care, make sure you know what it means because guess what? I had 4 families who thought they care enough to take me as a foster child. Do you see me with any of those families? No, so No one fucking cares so keep your shit argument to yourself.” I grab my school clothes from the dressing table to get ready for school, but before I could pull the T-shirt over my head, Aiden pulled me into his arms. 

“I do care,” he said with a soft voice. 

“you think you do, but you don’t. You don’t know me Aiden and believe me, it’s best you don’t.” I try to look away, but his soft eyes keep dragging me back like a lost puppy looking for an owner to just treat you better than the previous one. 

“I can judge for myself.” 

“Just let go of me please, in 4 months I’ll be gone, and you’ll only be left with disappointment.” He pulled his T-shirt over my head, making my heart jump. I never actually went so far with anyone. Yes, I fooled around and made out with guys more than I can count, but I always pulled away the moment they came too close. My lower lip trembled and my stomach was making backflips. I guess Aiden picked up my vibe and caresses his fingers over my lips softly.

“You need to get dressed for school,” he said in the sexiest voice.

“I’ll drop you off. I made coffee and toast. There’s a new toothbrush in the bathroom and a brush.” he looks up at my hair, which probably looks like shit. He strokes my face before he disappeared. I never cared for anyone ever since my parents died. Maybe this would be a new start, a family who actually cares. 

No, no. Stop it, Emily, no family ever cared for you. What would make them different, make him different. I changed into my school clothes and brush my teeth. My hair is a mess, but so am I. Aiden smiled when I entered the kitchen and showed me to sit down. 

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Pouring you some fresh coffee.” he smiled. 

“No Aiden, I mean, what are you trying to gain out of this, being all friendly and compassionate, and showing interest in me?” I ask and hope to God I didn’t read his actions in the wrong way. He doesn’t respond immediately. He placed my cup of coffee in front of me and stared at me first. 

“Why do you think I want to gain something? Maybe I do. Maybe I want you to see that you are so much more than what you think of yourself. You are beautiful and deserve love and support.

No child deserves to go through what you did for the past 3 almost 4 years.” 

Suddenly, I remember telling him about my last conversation with my mother and couldn’t jump up from the chair fast enough to run away. I tried to suppress my tears again, but I’m failing miserably. 

I ran for the door, but Aiden grabbed me before I could open it. 

“Stop, please just fucking stop. I didn’t tell you about my life to feel sorry for me.” 

“I’m not feeling sorry for you. I’m trying..” 

“Trying what?” I interrupt him before he could finish his sentence. 

“Trying to tell me that there is so much more in life and that I’m worthy of love, well, guess what? I’ve heard those words more than you can count and it’s not true. None of this is fucking real. So just let me go, please.” I turned around to escape his reaction and got surprised when he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, my hands above my head and his face inches away from me. He’s not speaking. Instead, he searches my eyes. 

“Don’t please?” I ask again. I don’t know why I’m so soft with him. Usually, I would freak out and trash everything in front of me. 

“Don’t what?” he crushed his lips on mine before I could say anything.

I couldn’t fight the urge to pull away. My hormones and consciousness are battling with each other, and this time, I let my hormones win. I feel his sharp intake of breath as he kisses me. This is really happening. I’m not imagining it, or am I? His warm tongue runs along with mine. I’ve never felt so much passion in a kiss. Maybe it’s because I’m always high when someone kisses me. No, this is real, I tell myself. My entire body feels on fire. He let go of my hands and pulled me up closer to him, almost picking me up from the floor. 

“Emily,” he whispered and slid his tongue inside my mouth again, his hands on my hips. 

“I have to get to school,” I whispered as he continues to kiss me. I don’t want to, but I also don’t want to go any further than this. I don’t want to feel any more feelings than what I already do. 

“Your bag,” he said when I’m lost once again in those beautiful grey eyes. I grabbed my bag from the floor and walked outside with him following me.