Page 72 of The Vow We Made
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All About You
AIDEN
She’s making it difficult for me.
I remind myself, on a constant basis, I’m here to take care of her and nothing else, but fuck, she’s hard to resist.
I decided to sleep in the spare room while Steph was away, to remove any temptation while the cast remains on Victoria’s foot. I kissed goodbye to most of my good intentions during night one. Having helped her undress and get into a cream silk camisole, which saw the best part of my self-control tested to the max, she decided sleeping alone wasn’t an option. I agreed to stay overnight in the chair by her bed, but it didn’t take long for that to change. Complaining of being cold or, ‘nearly freezing to death’as she put it, I spent a lot of time tucking endless duvets around her silky cream skin which was strategically exposed around her hips and the curve of her breast. I knew exactly what she was up to, her intentions were clear, but I refused to let my self-control go. It got to a point where she lost patience and I received a direct order to join her under the stack of duvets, wearing only my boxers, so she could take advantage of my body heat. Her demands weren’t exactly met with reluctance, so once I’d elevated her foot to a comfortable level, I was easily persuaded to bring her into my arms and press her sweet skin against mine. Don’t judge me. The girl has one powerful pouty look when she doesn’t get her own way and I’m putty in her hands.
Smoothing my hand over her curves and kissing her breasts through the silk, I found we could only get so close before the cast played a major cock-blocking role. I have no idea how I did it, but self-control prevailed on my part. Meanwhile, Victoria grew cranky when I tried to tell her we couldn’t go any further and although it probably didn’t seem that way to her, I understood why.
Fuck me, it was a nightmare. I was hard as fuck, she was brushing against me and the soft silk of her cami as it hung so low to just expose the top of her nipple, was in no way making things easy. I debated relieving her ache but I knew if I did, I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to cause her any further pain, so the doctor in me cooled things down. Sometimes, I wish that doctor would just fuck off.
These two torturous nights, with her barely clothed body next to mine, have been the biggest test of my honour, but I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last without making her mine soon. Cast or no cast.
“I don’t want you to go home.” Victoria sighs. This is our last full day together before Steph and Faith return.
“If I stay any longer you’ll get sick of me,” I grin over my shoulder while making her breakfast. I’m trying to sound upbeat, but inside, I can’t stand the thought of being away from her either.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask. “Since I’m back at work next week, we should make the best of it.”
“I’d actually like to stay home and snuggle up with you.”
In between managing calls from the girls in Scotland, we’ve had lunch with friends, a trip to Kew Gardens and, because I wanted to spoil her, a surprise dinner at Claridge’s last night. Nothing makes me happier than keeping her all to myself and we’ve crammed a lot into the last two days, so some time to chill together makes for a perfect day.
After breakfast, I settle her in the living room and turn on the TV. She lays across the sofa; her foot resting on top of the arm at one end and her head on my lap at the other, while we discuss the derelict state of a building on the latest episode ofHomes Under the Hammer.
“My nan had one of those old gas fires,” she shrieks.
“And I’m sure I had the same wallpaper in my bedroom when I was a kid.”
“Was that when you lived in Dorset?” Her fingers brush back and forth over my hand now spread over her stomach. She glances up at me. “Our first date, when we went for dinner at the OXO Tower, you said you moved from Dorset to London, so I just presumed—”
“You’ve got a good memory.” I admit, she’s taken me by surprise.
She snuggles back against me. “I’ll never forget our amazing night. I remember every detail.” I take a moment, realising this is why I feel the way I do about her. She’s always interested, never misses a trick and she cares. She’s the definition of a beautiful person. Inside and out.
“Did you share a room with Will? I bet he was such a mean big brother.”
“Not at all.”
“Really? You two get on so well, is that normal? I mean, surely it’s not healthy.” She giggles. “I thought all brothers fought until they were at least eighteen.”
I’ve wanted to talk to Victoria about my parents, but I wasn’t sure how to explain our family tree. Now it’s come up in conversation, I might as well bite the bullet and tell her about my childhood. “Will and I aren’t biologically related so that probably has a lot to do with it.”
“But I thought… Oh wait a minute, are you pretend brothers?” A tiny hint of innocent Victoria comes to the surface.
I can’t help smiling. “You can’t pretend to be brothers, Victoria.”
“Of course you can. It’s like when your parents have old friends and you call them Auntie and Uncle but they’re not blood relatives.”
“Okay, but Will and I didn’t suddenly decide to call each other brothers. It was decided for us.”
Victoria seems cautious and her lips part as if she wants to say something but has no idea what.
I make it easy for her. “I was adopted by Will’s parents.”
