ログイン“Yes, it is really gorgeous.” I responded, doing nothing to wipe the smile off my face because I knew that it was going to come back anyway. Octavia smiled as she kept her gaze on the setting sun. And while the view was really beautiful, I had no business with the view, she was the one who made it
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. Settling into the place took longer than I initially thought it was going to, but I enjoyed every moment of hauling the bags and unloading it, and there was also something about the way Octavia stared at me that made me feel as though I was really doing something right. Smiling,
“So?” The sound of Aidan’s voice made me realize that I hadn’t said anything yet, and I wanted to, but I had no idea what to say, the view of the building itself had knocked the breath out of me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how the view from the house itself would be; my goodness, it would be
OCTAVIA ADLER. The ride in the car went on for a while too long, and by the time the car finally came to a halt, I was yawning. Aidan was still holding my hand as if I was scared or something, but I didn’t mind. He squeezed my hand softly as he helped me out of the car, and after taking about thre
That bastard. “You should relax now, we have about forty-five minutes left until we land, and I want you to use that to get enough rest in.” He said as he started getting up. My lips parted. “I don’t need to—” “I’ll see you soon.” My mouth closed just as quickly as they’d open, and I couldn’t fin
OCTAVIA ADLER. The butterflies in my stomach knew no bounds as Aidan pulled me closer to him, and I breathed him in, reminding myself time and time again that I wasn’t alone in this. I didn’t need to, but I kept reminding myself that Aidan wasn’t the kind of man that would be a deadbeat, and once
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. What? What the— what is going on? Octavia looked chaotic as she stared at me, almost as though if she didn’t talk to Eren she wouldn’t be herself, my mouth opened to say something but I could barely form a coherent word. “Octa— what? Are you….” “I am so sorry, Mr Nightingale!”
The girl, Brittney, opened her mouth to speak but before she could, the door opened, cutting her off. My lungs seized as if all the air in the room had been ripped away the moment he stepped into the room. Tall. Broad-shouldered. His face was carved like a fucking sinful Greek god and his eyes… god
The girl’s face turned pale as soon as I mentioned Eren’s name but her hands were still raised as it had been when she opened the door as if she was afraid I was going to break if she moved quickly. “Octavia?” She whispered, almost relieved and I froze, breath catching in my throat and staring at h
OCTAVIA ADLER. My head hurts and the more I tried to open my eyes, the harder it felt. Moving a fucking finger also felt like a chore and I felt as though someone I’d been buried under layers of concrete. My throat felt parched, it burned and my lips cracked as I opened my mouth, definitely not in







