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was shattered. Shattered to a point where I gave up feeling anything at all. I glanced at Aiden with a smile I was sure he would interpret as sad. Wistful, even.
    “I don’t have a heart to make those kind of decisions, Aiden, I have an organ and it beats but not for the right reasons.”
    After I dried my hair and straightened it, I decided to get some homework done considering I had nothing else to do today. After our little heart to heart, Aiden had silently left the kitchen and sat in front of the TV. In a way I knew that what I had said affected him on some level. He wanted me and he was convincing himself that what he knew of me now, was who I really was.
    It wasn’t true. I wasn’t the girl with the no-shit-taking attitude, I wasn’t the girl who sat with friends and partied with them, I definitely wasn’t the girl who trusted and believed in things like love.
    I was just a person so desperate on surviving and making a life for myself, that I had no care as to whether I would be alone for the rest of my life or whether I would have someone to share everything with.
    A knock startled me out of my thoughts and I found Aiden dressed in smart jeans, boots, a thermal shirt and a leather jacket. His hair was set in his usual floppy style.
    “We’re going out,” he announced.
    “Really?” I clapped my hands together in glee and then dropped the act entirely. “No.”
    “What? Why?”
    “I’ve got homework to do, assignments due, things need to be done!” I snapped.
    “You’re lying.”
    “I’m not!” I was.
    Aiden shook his head. “I’m not asking you to go for an open brain surgery, I’m asking you to get that hot body of yours into something presentable and seat yourself in my car and go somewhere with me.”
    “Aiden…”
    “Mia…”
    I sighed. “Fine, give me a few minutes.”
    I slipped on a turtle neck jersey top, my leather jacket over it, skinny jeans and flat boots that reached my calf. I looped a scarf around my neck and slipped a beanie over my head. I felt like a snowman. Somehow I hoped wearing so much of clothes would banish any thoughts Aiden had of taking me out of them.

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    “I am going to kill you,” I said through gritted teeth. “Slowly and painfully.”
    Aiden chuckled. “Relax.”
    “Relax?” I hissed. “You brought me to your freaking parents’ home!”
    Thanks to not having toured Houghton properly enough, I hadn’t recognised that we entered a gated community with stylish houses. The biggest one right at the end had three stories and looked straight out of movie. It had columns and neatly present gardens with fountains. The inside was no less stunning. Expensive carpets, tiles, frames, paintings, furniture—oh God, I looked like a hippie lost in a palace.
    “Just chill, mom and dad are cool.”
    “I wouldn’t believe him if I were you,” a tall man with a fit body said as he came towards us.
    “Hey, dad,” Aiden smiled warmly and embraced the man.
    It was only as he turned his intelligent blue gaze on mine that I noticed he was just an older version of Aiden. He had greying hair on either side of his temples and was dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
    “You must be Mia, Aiden has told me… nothing about you,” the man frowned at his son. He turned back to me and stuck out his hand. “I’m Carter Kingston.”
    I returned his handshake. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Kingston.”
    “Please call me Carter,” he smiled at me.
    “Uh, yeah, I don’t think I would,” I said with a laugh.
    “Oh? I like her honesty, Carter,” a woman called out as she approached Aiden.
    She was stunning. A fully figured blonde with deep blue eyes and features most women had to go through surgery to get. She wore a summer dress and a pair of rimmed glasses. The glasses were the only things that would clue you to her age but even that looked more like a fashion statement than anything else.
    “I’m Emily Kingston,” she wrapped me in a hug