Page 100 of Lust & Lies
“I want to do more. In fact, I want to make you dinner.”
Aiden frowned, panic flaring in his dark gaze. “Please choose something else.”
“What?” I asked. I couldn’t have heard him right.
“You can do anything but cook for me, love.”
“Am I that bad at it?”
“No comment. How about this, I’ll go inside and whip something up. Dolores should’ve left us something for today that only has to be put in the oven. While I do that, you wash up, then sit out here and sip some lemonade. How about that?”
This man didn’t even want me near the kitchen.
“How is that me taking care of you?” I asked.
“Trust me, it is.”
Offensive!“Aiden Park, I’m going to learn how to cook just so you can stop treating me like I’m a disaster in the kitchen.”
“Okay, love. You do that,” he said, not taking me seriously at all as he led me to the house.
“I’m really going to do it. And you’re going to eat it.”
“Okay, love. Just make sure we’re near a hospital when you feed me.”
“Aiden!” I shoved him playfully as he laughed at my expense.
There was no way my cooking was that bad. I’d have to cook and taste it for myself to know for sure. When Aiden and I entered the house, we went to separate bathrooms to wash up and met back up in the kitchen. I arrived later than he did because I took a moment to stare in the mirror and give myself a little pep talk.
Noe, stop being dramatic and stop seeing problems where there are none. Noe, stop doubting the man who’s done nothing but treat you right. Even in your dreams, he puts you first. Why keep doubting him?
I sighed as I stared at my reflection. Was it the memory loss that had me feeling this way? Had to be. Though I’d grown morecomfortable with Aiden and my surroundings, there was still a lot I didn’t know.
A whole lot.I hadn’t even gone snooping through our house yet. Yeah, I trusted Aiden. Yeah, I believed in our love. That didn’t mean I had to blindly trust everything he said. I knew he was keeping secrets. I didn’t think they were sinister secrets.
From my dreams, I knew our past was a bit troublesome. I knew we wanted to run away from everything. I also knew there could be some things I hadn’t recalled yet that would probably disappoint me. No one was perfect. I’m sure Aiden had many faults, as did I.
I was sure I’d recall those soon. I just had to be patient and stop jumping to conclusions. However, even while I loved being with my husband, there was this lingering doubt at the back of my mind that couldn’t be kissed away, fucked away, or loved away.
It was always there. And it reared its head every now and then, making me question things like the shed. It was just a damn shed. Why was I so worked up about it? I sighed, tears blurring my vision momentarily.
I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. I wasn’t some weakling who cried over everything. It was just... I just couldn’t shake this feeling, this fear, that I would one day recall something that would shatter this fairytale Aiden had spun for me.
I didn’t want that to happen. I’d rather have never experienced this type of love at all than to have experienced it only to find out it was just an illusion.God, please don’t let it be an illusion. I don’t think I could handle that.
I couldn’t let what-ifs bring me down. I pushed all negative energy and thoughts away. I washed my face and took another moment to calm down before leaving the bathroom. When I arrived in the kitchen, Aiden was already there.
“Here’s some lemonade,” he told me, being the green flag that he was.
He handed me a tall glass of lemonade with a slice of lemon in it and a straw. After thanking him, I took a sip. The cold liquid felt good going down my throat.
“Go sit outside while I put this in the oven,” he told me.
I stared down at what Dolores had prepared.
“Is that shrimp and chicken alfredo?” I asked.
“Yeah. One of your favorites. It’s done. Just needs to be heated up.”
