#Chapter 11: Paparazzi

Carol’s POV Aiden and I fall onto the couch in a rush of sudden passion. We aren’t able to pull each other’s clothes off fast enough. Our bodies ache to touch once again, and soon enough, they do. The kiss turns into something more languid and heated as Aiden flips us over, holding me against the couch. The intensity of his touch is even more palpable when I’m sober. He presses his fingers between my legs, slowly working me up until I can’t bear to wait a moment longer. “Please, Aiden,” I call out to him. Aiden’s sucks in a breath between his teeth. “I could never deny you,” he whispers, and presses inside of me. This time, there’s something more certain about our movements. Every time our bodies connect, I can’t help but be reminded of the bond between us. The end of our tryst is even more satisfying than the last. Now, resting with my head on Aiden’s chest, I think I might just be in heaven. I am more content that I have been in years. I am relaxing, watching the sunset from