ARIELLA The cart pulled back, made a loud noise, then started falling fast.The stranger stopped my scream by kissing me. His lips were hot and salty, holding mine like he owned them. All my fear and nervous thoughts disappeared. He tasted like smoke, mint gum, and something wild. Like a real man. I let go of the safety rail and grabbed his black shirt, pulling him closer. In that moment, we were something wild—like a monster kissing a princess, with no hero around to save her.He bent his head, held my cheek, and put his other hand behind my head. His tongue touched my lips, soft at first. Then I let the kiss get deeper. Our tongues moved together, slowly at first, then more. My stomach dropped, and my fear was gone. I started getting aroused and my hips moved on their own. I pressed my legs together as my panties got soaked just as I felt fresh air on my face.The ride was over and we were outside again. He pulled back, his face calm. Too calm. Like he didn’t care.Girls in the car
ARIELLA He looked right at me, like he had every right to. His eyes said things no stranger should say. It felt like he owned the world, and since I was in it, he thought he owned me too. That’s when I realized something about this was strange and maybe even a little dangerous.I wanted to show myself to this man. I never felt that way before. Not for any man. Not even for love. And I didn’t mean just taking off clothes.I wanted to break him open then reach inside and see every little thing about him. His good parts, bad parts, and all his habits. Who was he? What was his past? Why was he talking to me?“You think you’re not special,” he said softly.“Do people think they are special?” I asked.“Only the ones who aren’t,” he replied.“I'm sure you’re the bad one in your family,” I said, pushing my hair back. He smiled, and I felt it deep inside me. The air around us even felt warmer.“Right again.”“I bet you were stubborn as a kid,” I said, trying to imagine him as a little boy.“
ARIELLA I grabbed the sleeve of the guy running the ride and pulled on it.“I want to get off,” I said.He looked me up and down slowly, staring too long at my bare legs.“Damn, sweetheart, I’d like to get you off too. But I have to finish my shift. I need the money,” he said, sounding high.I held onto his hoodie and forgot all the manners I’d learned in fourteen years. I was too scared.“No! I mean I want to get off the ride. Unless… can someone sit with me?” I asked, a little hopeful.“Girl, it’s just a ride. If you’re taller than four feet, you can go,” he said, shaking off my hand. “You’ll survive.”“I know. I’m not scared. I just—”“Look…” He held up his hand to stop me. “If I don’t press that red button every three minutes, I lose my job. So are you getting off or staying on?”I was about to say I’d stay on and that I was just being silly, when someone stepped forward and cut in line.“She’ll stay on, Sir.”I didn’t want anyone to see me cry even as tears filled my eyes and ri
AURORA'S POV Aiden gave the door an annoyed look, then looked back at me. I raised my hands. “I can’t control what my sister says.”“If you could, it would be a full-time job. Have you heard from Morgana this week? She asked when she could visit.”After Aiden and I got back together, I started talking to Morgana Landon again. She was getting a divorce from Herold, who was still in therapy. He worked as a legal consultant and was trying to be a better dad to Tree and Tinder. Morgana was happy when I started visiting her again. I often brought Aiden with me. He watched Tinder and gave Morgana advice.We even took the kids and Aiden to visit Mrs. Veitch for Christmas at her nursing home. She passed away a few weeks later in her sleep.“I need to call Morgana back, but I hope the next time I see her, I’ll have a baby in my arms. Can you help me up? I need a shower.” I moved around on the bed.“I’ve got you.” Aiden picked me up and carried me to our bathroom. I stood under the warm shower
AURORA'S POV Sandy and Ariella were in the room too, fussing over me.“I’m tired of crying every time I see a Super Bowl ad or hear a Katy Perry song on the radio.”“You cry because she’s a bad singer, right?” Annabelle sat at the end of my bed, rubbing my feet. “Just making sure your hormones are only messing with your feelings, not your music taste.”I laughed and gave her a gentle kick. “I’m being serious.”“My mood swings never stopped,” Sandy said, lying on a recliner in the corner of our bedroom. “I remember pushing Tanya in her stroller on a walking path, and I saw a squirrel running around. I thought its tail would be good for cleaning baby bottles. It was very fluffy, okay?”“No offense, girl, but you’re not the best example,” Annabelle said, putting my right foot on her leg and pressing her thumbs into the bottom of my foot. “You got pregnant again before Tanya even learned to recognize voices. Does your husband know he can stop sometimes?”“No,” we all said at the same tim
AIDEN'S POV I had been in and out of clinics. Besides Tourette’s, I was also told I had OCD and ASD. To me, it felt like my world had ended. People think Tourette’s means you scream bad words without control and look crazy. They think OCD means you wash your hands over and over. And ASD means I’m on the autism spectrum. Most people think that means I’m like Rain Man—very good with numbers, but not smart in other ways. I quickly knew I had to get better if I wanted to live the life I wanted. I learned that I couldn’t stop the tics, but I could stop the things that made them happen. The tics came when I felt too much. Any strong feeling made it worse—sadness, anger, fear, or even happiness. If I got too excited, a tic attack would come soon. So I learned not to feel anything. If I stayed calm and didn’t feel too much, the tics stayed away. It was simple, and it helped everyone around me too. Well that explained a lot. Why Aiden always wore leather gloves because he didn’t like touch