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Aiden doesn’t stop when murmurs break whenever we walk. He doesn’t stop when his teammates howl behind us. His steps are confident and sure while his fingers continue drawing circles down my back. I want to think it’s an endearing touch, but that’s not how Aiden works, is it? He doesn’t do endearing. Possessiveness suits him better. The entire school just watched us tonguing each other and all I can think about is the meaning behind the tiny circles. Truth is, I couldn’t care less about the audience. All my senses are filled with Aiden. His height. His muscles that might as well be made from granite. The effortless and sure way he holds me. His strength always had me in knots. There’s something about the way he carries me that’s all… male. And his scent. His damn, clean, addictive scent. With my head hidden in the crook of his neck, I can’t resist the urge to inhale him in and safeguard his scent to memory. A door clicks then closes and Aiden stops. It’s my cue to lift my head. I relea