“You’re always telling me to come for you. I want you to come for me. I want to feel it, Aiden.”

He grunted, fucking me harder.

“Fuck. Fuck. Avery. Fuck.”

He lost it, shuddering against my back as his cock spurted and pulsed inside me. He pressed his forehead into my shoulder, panting.

“You really are like nothing else,” he whispered.

I curled my fingers into his hand, resting on my stomach.

“I’m yours forever, Aiden. Don’t forget that.”

The truth of the matter… I was.

Of all the things which had happened between us, that day stood out the most. In those moments, lying in his arms after the most intense sex of my life, I realised something significant.

I would never leave Aiden no matter what he did. And that was just about the most fucked up I thought I could get.

But I was wrong.

So fucking wrong.

And I would pay dearly for thinking we could ever be normal or happy. Or that we were even in this together.

The truth hurt.

And the lies only killed us further.

Aiden broke us apart piece by piece until there was nothing left.

And I, the stupid girl I was, let him.