"How are you?" He asked, sounding really concerned about me, for some reason these past days I've got myself thinking about him, over and over again. I think I was trying to figure out if I was ready to forgive him. I mean it's being so long, but Forgiveness is not something easy to me. I fell weak by giving it, and weak is something I can never be.
But he knew me, Aiden knew me. He knew how important this mission was for me, how much I wanted to clean my father's name. He knew I wasn't weak.
"You keep asking me that." I said, with a voice a lot softer than I wanted, looking deep in his eyes, those beautiful shine eyes that used to keep my attention for hours back in Japan. But we weren't in Japan anymore, God knows how I wish we were, here his eyes are a distraction so is he.
"And haven't give me an answer" here comes him, wanting to take care of me again.
I looked at him again, he was her, standing in my porch, worrying about me. I wondered 'why?' I mean he left me, but for some reason here he was worrying about me. I couldn't help the thought "does he really care?" Because he crossed the world to be here with me? Or for me?
I've being trying to push him away, he wouldn't let me, he stayed. He was here for real.
He was really here, to help me with my mission, and not because Takeda told him to, because he wanted to. In that moment I felt a warm felling in my chest, like one of my many walls was coming down.
Living whatever I was holding fall on the floor I walked in his direction.
I crashed my lips in his, wrapped my hands on his neck and pulled him very very close to me, almost as if I let go I would wake up and it would all be a dream.
Aiden lost no time, he kissed me back, fully, with one hand running around my back and the other tangling on my hair.
He pushed me against the door, and started kissing my neck and collarbone, a moan left my lips as his teeth left a mark on my skin.
I pushed my hands under his shirt, looking for more contact, I needed to feel him.
He only pulled back when all our air was gone, but our foreheads were still touching. I looked deep in his beautiful eyes, I could see his regret for leaving me, his preoccupations, and most of all the darkness of lust.
I walked inside my house pulling him by the hand, and lead us upstairs. When we reached the second floor I attacked his mouth once again, but this time it was different he wasn't surprise, he was relaxed.
We stumbled our way to my bedroom, living a trail of clothing while doing it, and once in the bedroom we fell in the bed.
His lips and hand worshiping my body, my head floating like it was a dream, man I've missed him.