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Aiden’s eyes darken as he pulls on his boxer briefs. I reach for the tangled sheet and wrap it around my torso. I’m panting, skin sweaty and on fire as I blindly search for my scattered clothes on the floor. Aiden cuts me a glare when I touch my bra. “Don’t even think about dressing.” I let go of the piece of clothing as if I’m a kid who’s been caught stealing from the jar. The moment the door closes behind him, I almost curse myself. Who does he think he is to boss me around? Besides, this is my chance to stop this. Whatever this is. My fingers are numb. No, not numb. They’re too stimulated that they feel numb. Standing on wobbly feet, I quickly put on my clothes, trying to ignore the potent smell of sex in the air. And his smell. Damn his smell. I feel like I’d be a ninety-year-old lady and will still remember the way he smells. Aiden returns when I’m pulling my hair into a ponytail. He narrows his eyes on my clothed body. “You’re lucky we’re done for today.” We… are? “Is your cousin