14. Mine

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator she found Aiden leaning against the wall beside her door while holding two boxes of pizza and a drink in his hand. He looked tired. He wore black trousers with a compressed white tee that hugged his muscular Greek-God build like a second skin. His hair was up in a bun, giving a rugged look to his hard features.

He shoved off the wall upon noticing her. "Why are you standing outside the door? I would've called you when I got back home," She said, shuffling for the keys as she retrieved them from her bag and brushed past him to her door.

"I was waiting for you. I wanted to see you."

She tried not to let his words get to her because every time he spoke there was a tsunami of butterflies in her belly because his voice was so damn good. Deep. Hot. Dark.

And when he says such beautiful things she has to look out for her heart as it forgets the basic function of beating and just mulls over his words on a loop like a goner drowning in the depth of