Love Novel 31

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, just as he starts the car.
He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I did the same thing to you, or do you not remember?”
I sink into my seat remembering how it felt when he began to read the article about my accident, when he forced me
into a panic attack.
The tension between us increases until I’m bouncing my leg on the ground to try and balance myself. He’s angry, and it’s
coming off of him in waves. He grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket.
**A: Hey. I’m home now, need me to pick you up?**
I roll my tongue inside my mouth and don’t answer, instead I look outside the window, taking in the desert landscape.
It think about the last time I was on this road, about Jake and how that seemed to be the start of everything for me. The
start of Jake and then the start of Aiden.
*Koumpounophobia – Fear of buttons*.
*Rhytiphobia – Fear of getting wrinkles*.
I fidget, remembering the sight of his broken heart plastered so clearly in his eyes. My heart rate increasing as I
remember how angry he looked after the game, how he watched me as if I had ruined him.
I’m so in my head, my mind spinning that I don’t even realize we are in town until Zaid pulls the car a stop.
I blink, frowning as realize that we’re in Aiden’s driveway.
“How-why are we here?”
Zaid tilts his head. “You’re going to tell that wasn’t Aiden texting you earlier to tell you he’s done with practice?”
Had he been reading my messages? I look away from him and unbuckle my seatbelt. “You know where he lives?”
He smirks but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yes. Small town. Ex-best friends and all that shit.”
“Right,” I exhale. It’s weird, to picture them as friends and even more devastating to think about the possibility that Zaid
knows Aiden better than I do. What if he is right about Aiden being worse than what he portrays himself to be?
I can’t let myself think like that.
It will be a snowball effect, starting with Jace, made worse by Evan and now Zaid.
I step out of the car, but before I can shut the door, Zaid stops me.
“Alina.”
I bend over, looking at him through the open door. “Yeah?”
He smiles sadly. “Can I ask you for a favor?”
A favor? It’s an odd request from him and curiosity has me nodding.
“Tomorrow at school, go to the gym hallway and look at the basketball section.”
“Why?”
He shakes his head. “Just do it.”
“I’m not going to do it until you tell me why.”
He sighs and drops his hand from the steering wheel. “I’m not going to tell you. Trust me, just do it.”
With that, he reached over and closes the car door in front of me, pulling out of the driveway and leaving me standing
there. I have to give myself a few seconds to breathe, a few seconds to dispel the image of him reaching over, his
wingspan long enough to grab the door handle.
His car disappears after a curve and my mind races with more questions.
What can I possibly learn from pictures and awards given to the basketball team?
I shake my head, promising myself to not think about Zaid for the rest of the night and head to the front door.
My hand trembles as I knock, praying to all the gods of the universe to please not let Jake answer the door. They answer
for once, as it’s Aiden at the door with a wide smile on his face.
“Hey, you didn’t text me back.”
I shrug, “Surprise.”
He either ignores the tension in my face, or he is completely unaware of it. He says nothing and a second later his lips are
on mine, his arms wrapping around my waist. He swings me into the house and closes the door without lifting his lips
from mine.
Every thought, every worry in the back of my head disappears, melting as I lose myself in his kiss and his embrace.
He pulls back, gently cupping my face. “Wanna head upstairs?”
I nod, smiling up at him.
He takes my hand, and leads me up the stairs. “My dad’s not here today.”
“Oh?” I try to sound uninterested, uninvested, but my voice comes out so broken.
“Yeah, he’s out on a date, so we have the house to ourselves.”
Date? I blink, hating how much that affects me even while I’m holding Aiden’s hand and heading to his room.
*Rhytiphobia – Fear of getting wrinkles*
*Mysophobia – Fear of germs or dirt*
*Dendrophobia – Fear of trees*
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Aiden flops on his bed, pulling me with him until I fall beside him. I can’t help but giggle at him, resting my head on his
arm. His fingers trace circles on my arms as he smiles.
“How was practice today?” I whisper, running my hands through his hair.
“It was…intense,” he narrows his eyes, his voice filled with excitement. “Coach is really pushing us, he thinks we could win
the state championship.”
“Wow,” I tilt my head. “That would be amazing.”
“And guess what?”
“What?”
“UCLA wants me to visit their campus next month.”
I lift my head to look at him, my eyes wide with surprised. “Aiden, that’s amazing. That means they’re really serious about
you, huh?”
He nods, grinning widely, “I mean nothing’s official yet, but this is a good thing.”
I cup his cheeks, kissing him softly. “Of course it is. I’m so happy for you.”
He deepens the kiss and I let myself melt into his arms.
The weight in my chest disappears. With Aiden, everything feels lighter, simpler, happier. I forget about my own troubles,
and I feed off of his excitement. I feed off of his easy-going life, watching as his dream comes together.
His fingers trail down my waist, under the hem of my shirt and into the waistband of my shorts. I grab onto his wrist, moaning when he slips his fingers between my lips and straight to my clit.
Aiden pulls away from my lips, kissing my neck until he’s at my collar bone. He nips at my skin and when I gasp, he
chuckles deeply against me.
“How was your day today, baby?” He whispers, circling my clit.
Really? He’s asking me this now? I don’t want to talk about my day. I don’t want to talk at all, I just want to lose myself in
his touch.
“It was-” I choke on my words as he lowers his fingers and slips one inside me.
“It was what, baby?” He pulls my shirt down with his other hand, moving my bra so his lips find my nipple quickly.
“Aiden,” I groan, circling my hips around.
He chuckles again, pulling at my nipple with his teeth before letting me go completely. He takes his hand out of my
shorts and gets off the bed. “Fine. I’ll give you what you want. Take everything off.”
I breathe heavily from the anticipation and we both undress, Aiden rolling a condom on before making his way back to me.
“Do you remember what I told you last time?” He pumps his erect cock, and that draws my attention.
I shake my head, fuck, I forgot how big he is.
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He smirks and pumps once. “Get on all fours, I want your ass in the air.”
My cheeks heat and my mouth dries. Right. He said he wanted to take me from behind. I turn away from him, settling on
my knees and elbows, my lips parting when I look up and notice his mirror right in front of me.
He grabs onto my hips, pulling my hair so I look directly at the reflection. “Keep your eyes on yourself. You look perfect
when you’re getting fucked.”
My entire body breaks into goosebumps and I feel his cock pushing into my entrance.
“Keep your eyes on yourself, baby.”
I blink away from him, my mouth parting on a long moan as he pushes inside. I stretch, painfully.
“Aiden,” I hiss.
He keeps pushing in, his pace slow, and he doesn’t relax until there’s no more of him. His fingers dig into my hips and he
holds me there, looking at me through the reflection of the mirror.
I pulse around him at the image of him behind me. His chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. He’s beautiful to
look at, so beautiful. He lowers a hand to my clit and I gasp, moaning when he circles it.
“So wet. So tight. So ready to just take my cock, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod greedily.
He slides out and back in, I arch my back, pushing back into him.
“So fucking, sexy.”
I flutter around him.
Aiden moans. “I can’t go slow, baby. Not this time.”
I shake my head. “Please, don’t. Just, just take me. Please.”
He growls, taking his hand from my clit and wrapping his hands around my neck, pressing a finger between my lips. It
the only indication I get of just how hard he can fuck.
I cry as he slams into me. It’s like he stretches me more with each thrust and my pussy turns wet, crying from how good
it feels.
Aiden begins to sweat, his breath picking up as he fucks me like his life depends on it.
Just what I want.
I just want to be like any other girl getting slammed into. I’m no one special, no one different. I’m not the girl that just moved across the country after losing her family. I’m not the girl that cries herself to sleep every night and fights her
demons in nightmares.
I’m not the girl that has panic attacks at school.
Not the girl that gets beat up by my boyfriend’s ex.
For once, I am just a girl falling in love with a boy, getting rammed into like a piece of meat.