Alev Ayden Novels & Stories

Westley held water up to my lips as I felt mine and Marcy’s weight being lifted from my feet again. When my eyes shot open, Aydin’s breath brushed past my ear, “Relax into me Al, just for a moment, and drink the water.” The liquid ran over my tongue as my back leaned into Aydin, but as soon as it gave my body what it needed to continue I gathered the strength and pushed off of him.