17.

Aiden's POV

I followed Lily out of the car, trailing her with my hands in my pocket. The sight of her storming into the house, all stiff and stoic, put an amused smile on my face.

Finally, we got into the house, and she immediately made a beeline for the staircase.

"Where are you going?" I called out.

She turned to face me, arms folded. "To my bedroom."

"I think you mean, my bedroom?" I slowly walked towards her, my hands still buried in my pockets.

She licked her lips, and a lurch of desire happened in my groin. "You're about to give me some crap about owning this house and everything in it, aren't you?"

"It is technically my bedroom though." God, how I enjoyed teasing this tough woman.

"It's not if you don't sleep in it." She grumbled. I could sense the subtlety beneath her voice, the need to pursue a totally different topic. I could also sense the question behind her words, aching to be asked.

Why did I leave her in the room after sex, not once, but twice? Why did I refuse to sl