Emilia ?? NOW PUBLISHED!

Emilia.

"I'm so tired, Aiden." I yawn, wrapping my hands around his neck, I don't know why he's woken me up. A heavy scent of bourbon lingers around him as we lay tangled in the bed sheets.

"Shh, babe. Just a little while longer." He holds a finger up. Then a clock chimes; showcasing it's midnight. He flips himself over, sitting in between my legs.

"Happy Birthday, Beautiful." He smiles, pulling me in for a kiss.

I look at him, completely stunned. "How did you know?" I ask, twirling the promise ring that we haven't yet talk about around my finger. I want to ask him so bad about it, but he was going to give it to me the night he was taken... is it a promise ring? Or just a gift?

"I know everything about you." He kisses my cheek, then down my neck. "What you like." He places a hand on my throat, "What you dislike." His voice is husky, "What you need from me." His warm hand cups me, his touch awakening me.

***

Walking downstairs the next morning takes a moment, last night was perfect but having sex multiple times in one night has me walking on wobbly legs.

Taking a seat at the barstool I look over at Ashley as she attempts to make something at the stove. Her hair in a bun atop of her head, with pajamas adorning her tall frame. I would offer to help, but I legitimately can't walk straight.

I look around for anyone else, only spotting a few quiet guards dotted at entrances to the cabin. I don't have to look for long as Aiden walks in, looking confident as always.

From the looks of him I can tell why I woke up to an empty bed this morning. He's been busy working out, only wearing gray track pants. His hair lays messy on his head and his entire body is glistening.

I bite my lip as I watch him looking at me, the way his emerald eyes seem to always drink me in sends chills down my spine. Rubbing his hands together he walks up to me, placing a warm hand on my thigh. Leaning down he whispers into my ear, "How you feeling today, angel?"

I wasn't sure if I should tell him what happened last night after we went upstairs. Shortly after he fell asleep in my arms, which isn't the usual. Normally it's reversed, me on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

He had a terrible nightmare, all he kept repeating was "No, No, NO." I want to get him to talk to someone about what he went through, but he refuses to disclose even the smallest bit of information with me about his time in the torture chamber in Italy.

He's staring at me waiting for an answer, I didn't realize I zoned out. I nod, "I'm good." I smile, taking a deep breath. He's so close, his scent is intoxicating, and he's been working out. How does he do it? Always so... perfect.

He moves a hand from behind his back, showcasing a solitary yellow rose. He's good, so good. The way my eyes drink him in at that moment takes my breath away, pure adoration is the only way I can explain my feelings for him.

"Em, can you help me?" Ashley desperate voice breaks me from my longing thoughts. As I look over to her, I see that she's not facing me, Aiden steps up and kisses my forehead. I grab the single rose and breathe it in, twirling it between my fingers.

"Go help her." I plead with him in a whisper, he cocks his brow at me.

"I don't know how to cook." He laughs, whispering back but its awkward because he doesn't understand why we're whispering in the first place.

I look down to my legs and after my eyes return to him, I see realization dawn on his face. He leans in, kissing my cheek and whispers, "I fucked you too hard last night."