Destiny part 1

That night, Arya packed most of her belongings and returned to her apartment. Ayden didn't agree with how she wanted to handle things, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt. She wanted to do it this way for the sake of their relationship, and he would accept the consequences without hesitation.

"I really don't want you to do this," he confessed, embracing her.

"I'm sorry, I acted hastily," Arya said. "But that doesn't mean I love you any less, or that I regret it. We have a wedding to plan, remember? Sooner or later, I'll be back here with you."

Arya caressed Ayden's face, cupped his cheek, and then drew him closer to kiss him.

"I understand... I love you, Arya."

The handsome man held her even closer, making the kiss more passionate, more needy, as if saying goodbye. Arya lost track of time. She needed Ayden not only as her partner but also as her man.

She had spent her life without having sex; it wasn't a priority while she was studying. Then she met him, and practically had a chi