Fourteen

Over the next week after that fateful night, Aiden and I did our best to keep our relationship a secret, but in the early stages of a relationship, it was impossible to stay away from each other. When we weren’t hanging out at the frat house or secretly hooking up in my dorm room, we were texting each other constantly.

We had even gone as far as to share a few photos when one couldn’t handle not seeing the other. This was something I had never done before but the thrill of it was exciting, and I trusted Aiden enough to feel comfortable with the idea. Besides, having hot as fuck photos like that to look back on was mouthwatering and a great mood booster.

That didn’t take away the anxiety of knowing someone could get a hold of them, or I could accidentally send one to my brother instead of Aiden, the terrible possibilities are endless. But the responses I got in return were more than worth it. Never had I felt more attractive and wanted before, and it wasn’t just physical. Aiden had a