OLIVIAI hear the door to the bathroom creak open, I turn my head in that direction.Aiden comes out, water dripping from his hands. He grabs a hand towel, and begins to dry them off.He strolls to the mirror, gazing in it. I can't help but follow his movements with my eyes, taking in the sight of his chest, the droplets of water clinging from his skin. Obviously, he has taken a shower after finishing with me.My cheeks turn pink. What's wrong with me? Why should that thought make my cheeks flush? Aiden's hair is wet, the black strands hanging in damp curls around his face. I don't know why I have the sudden urge to run my hands through his hair, to feel the wetness. How does damp hair look good on him? It looks so good. Everything just seems to fit perfectly.I should probably take a shower too, but the idea of getting out of bed seems like something I can't do now. My limbs feel heavy. It is already 7pm. I need to get home, but I can't even bring myself to move. All I want to do
OLIVIA“Good news!” Ashley's excited voice echoes in my ear, causing me to flinch and cover my ears.I glance around the restaurant, checking if anyone is staring at us. But, I notice that other students are too busy with their own world, they don't even pay us any attention. I heave a sigh of relief. The last thing I need right now is to have everyone staring at us. I shoot a deadly glare at my friend, who is now sitting across from me. Why does she have to be such a drama queen? “What the hell was that all about?” I snap at her. “Don't you notice that there are other people trying to eat here?” Ashley lifts her shoulder in a half shrug. “I don't think we are bothering anyone. They all seem pretty busy with their own conversations,” She replies. I shake my head, a line appearing between my brows. “I don't know why you always have to be like this,” I mumble under my breath.“ What is wrong with you?” She asks, cocking her head to the side, observing my face. “You seem tense, is i
OLIVIA“Aiden,” I mumble.It seems like I am tongue tied. I struggle to find the right words, but they won't come. He always knows the right thing to say, and I can't keep up. It is something about him, something about him that makes my words falter, and my thoughts scatter.“Look at me,” Aiden orders.I swallow hard and turn to face him, meeting his gaze. The corners of his mouth curls up into a half smile, a hint of mischief in his eyes. It is not an ordinary smile - there is something more to it, something I can't quite place my finger on. "What do you think, Olive?" He asks, drawing out my name slowly.I give a half shrug, trying my best to hold his gaze.I am pulled in by his eyes, but also feel a little weak in the knees. It is hard to look away from him, especially with the way his gaze bore into me, and the small smile that plays at the corners of his lips."I don't know," I reply. "I want us to break the school rules again,” He repeats, letting the words hang in the air
OLIVIAAiden's intense gaze bores right through me, and I feel a tingle run down my spine. His eyes seem to pierce into me, stirring up a lot of emotions inside me - feelings I have never felt before, and I can't quite place them. I can't look away from his eyes, and I am not even sure I want to. His gaze lingers for a moment, and then his lips curl up in a little smile. His smile - the one that always seems to say more than words can. He takes a long drag on his cigarette, then exhales a cloud of smoke, turning his gaze away from me. I find myself letting out a long breath I hadn't realized I have been holding. What the hell is wrong with me?A gentle tap on my shoulder snaps me out of my thoughts. I turn to look at Nathan, only just remembering that he is standing right next to me. “Ready to go?” He asks. I force a smile. “Yeah, sure,” I cast one last glance at Aiden's direction before following Nathan into his car. "Aiden Blacksmith likes The Midnight Melodies too?" Nathan
OLIVIAOne thing I have noticed about Aiden A.K.A the brown eyed devil is his talent for ghosting. He is so good at ghosting. I don't know if he does it to everyone, or it is just me. I can't imagine that my sister, Sarah, has ever had the same experience with him. Then again, we are not close enough for her to tell me anything about her friendship with Aiden. Either way, I am sure I am not the only one Aiden has ghosted. He probably won't do it to Sarah - they are best friends, after all.But, he must have done it to many people to be so skilled at it. Aiden fucking Blacksmith has ghosted me for two days straight. Two whole days. Today is day three, and I can't be sure if he even remembered I exist. I am losing my mind. He is making me lose my mind. I hate that he is causing me to feel so many things. It is the first time I have ever felt like this because of someone, and it really bothers me. I usually don't care less about anyone else, but Aiden is different. He is driving m
OLIVIA“Do you know the kind of people I hate the most?” Those are the words that stumble out of Aiden's mouth, as I get into his car and sit down beside him. Aiden does not even spare me a glance, just keeps his eyes on the rearview mirror, or maybe on the road ahead. His car is still parked in front of my workplace, even though we have closed for the day. "No," I reply, shaking my head.How does he expect me to know the kind of people he hates? Is he drunk, or just rambling? I don't know anything about him, not even his birthday or his favorite color."Liars," Aiden blurts out. "I hate liars. They disgust me. They irritate me. I am not sure if it has to do with being lied to when I was younger, or something else."He pauses, letting his words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "I don't see any reason why anyone would lie. It is just useless," My hands clench into fists on my lap, my eyelashes fluttering rapidly. He is talking about me. He was referring to the fac
OLIVIA"Did you hear what I said?" Aiden asks, giving my cheek a gentle tap.I place my hand over his, continuing to look him in the eyes.I can't blame him for the way he is trying to get my attention. I have been staring into his eyes, lost in thought ever since he said those words, as if I had not heard him at all.I am in shock, and my mind is completely blank. I can't think of anything to say, even though my tongue is burning with the desire to speak.All I want to do is keep staring into his eyes, which seems to draw me in like a magnet. “Olivia” Aiden utters.Okay, I like the effort he is making to get my attention. Despite the fact that I haven't spoken a word for several minutes, he does not appear the slightest bit stressed. Or maybe, he is just used to dealing with women who act this way. Maybe he has been through this with other women many times before, and knows exactly how to handle it. I feel a sickening feeling in my stomach. I hate the idea of other women shaping h
OLIVIA Aiden drives to the parking lot of his house, and his hand remains on my thigh the entire time.He no longer uses his thumb, but he would occasionally run his hand up and down my thigh, slowly and softly. Believe me when I say that I like what he is doing. How can I not like what he is doing, by the way? I won't mind if he does more. Aiden pulls the car to a stop, and his hand slides off my thigh. I hate that he has taken his hand away. It feels like a part of my skin is left cold and empty.I open the car door and step out, closing the door behind me. I shiver as the cold night air seeps through my thin dress. I wrap my arms around myself to ward off the chill. This dress has been like a blessing before, but now it is more of a curse. I regret wearing such a light dress at this moment. I walk over to where Aiden stands, looking up at him as if asking for a go-ahead to follow him inside. He meets my gaze. He reaches for my hand, and interlaces our fingers. With our hands