It happens again three days later. This time he's sweaty and I think I see dried tears.
"I'm sorry, Sally." He mumbles, inching closer to me. I shake my head, feeling my heart rate accelerating. Aidan has no clue what he does to me physically. Still, glancing at his wounded face, I know I need to come up with a plan to help him sleep better.
"Why don't we do this every night?"
His eyes find mine, and they darken. I feel a certain part of his body get hard.
"Sorry I uh, I don't know my-"
"Shhh, lets get some sleep." Before this gets anymore awkward.
That's how it starts, us sleeping together every night.
There are times Aidan doesn't come home and I'm just laying in his bed, wondering if he is okay. I can't help but be even more invested, worried too considering how empty I feel without him not here.
After the fifth time he skips out, I make a decision.
"Sally?" He picks up the second time i call.
"Aidan... Are you okay?"
He gives me an address and I am on my way.
After I pick him up, we head to his bed.
"What were you thinking?" I ask taking off his shirt.
His eyes won't look at mine. His bender is something I think has to do with the nightmares, the dark part of him he can never control.
He finally catches me stare, eyes drawn to my lips. "For the past year all I've been thinking is doing this," he says
Suddenly I'm flipped over straddling him, in an impassioned kiss. I try to stop, upset, but my lips move on their own accord, eager to open and accept his toungue. I moan, he growls, and our skin becomes one. The pain of being without him is gone. This is how it is supposed to be.
"I'm sorry, listen i-" he breathes in me.
"It's just you and me Aidan. Just forget the rest,"
And he does.