Novel & Cerita Aiden Norwood Book

He'd gone halfway through the book which was obvious because of the bookmarked page. "Nice read." His voice said from behind, causing me to drop the book as if it contained fire. Quickly, I whirled around only to have my eyes almost bulging out if it's socket. Aiden was fucking shirtless! This time, in place of the grey yoga pants, he had only a black combat short with a towel on his neck, covering his chests and leaving the rest of his body for my view. And judging by the way droplets of water ran miles down his body, it was obvious that he'd just stepped out of the shower.

I nearly lost my life too, but I survived and my brothers raised me for three years before I left for university. Aiden is the oldest, he's 31, a full-time surgeon at a private hospital, he's tall, muscly, intimidating, and high class. With brown hair and grey eyes he looks like he’d break you in a second, he's cold towards most people but not with me or my brothers and especially not his wife. Aiden is married to an amazing woman Tamara and they live in Manchester, where I was raised.

Clara “Say something please.” He asked and I turned my attention to him in the mirror for a moment before scanning outside again, I couldn't say this if I was looking at him. I wasn't that brave. I closed my eyes and pretended I was talking to Matt. “I was fourteen when I first figured out what the army really did. I don't know if that makes me innocent or sheltered but its true. I figured then that this was what I wanted to do. Nothing else had seemed even remotely appealing and I liked the idea of protecting people, of making a difference, of maybe helping us get back to a life worth living.”

The mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon. The kind of heavy silence that made every small sound feel amplified, the distant ticking of a clock, the soft rustle of pages, the occasional creak of old wood settling. Aiden sat curled up on one side of the long sofa in the living room, a book open in his hands. Reading had always been his escape whenever his thoughts became too heavy, too loud. The words on the page helped him disappear for a while, even if just for a few minutes.