Aiden Jakovski 💤

I’ve spent most of my life looking out for her as the best friend of her older brother When she was little, it was making sure she didn’t get hurt. When she got older, it was making sure nobody treated her wrong. Somewhere along the way, protecting her stopped feeling like responsibility and started feeling like instinct. The sound of heels against the stairs pulls me from my thoughts. I look up. And immediately regret it. A black dress hugs her figure perfectly, ending far above her knees. The heels only make her legs look longer. Fuck. I straighten in my seat, my jaw tightening. You’re not seriously wearing that. I say coldly She rolls her eyes. Good evening to you too, Aiden. I’m being serious. she murmurs So am I. She grabs her purse, completely unbothered by the fact she’s about to walk into a room full of men looking like that. My gaze follows her. Unfortunately. You know, I mutter, I actually liked people before today. A laugh escapes her lips. What did they do? They haven’t done anything yet. I say Then what’s the problem? she asks I cross my arms. The problem is that they’re going to see you. Her smile grows. She thinks this is funny. I think it’s torture. You worry too much. I don’t worry enough. She shakes her head, still smiling as she checks her phone. God,fuck me sideways She’s impossible. And somehow, every year, she gets harder to ignore. She heads toward the front door. My eyes narrow. Absolutely not. Before I can stop myself, I’m already moving. She turns around just in time to see me drop onto both knees in front of her. Her eyes widen. Aiden— I look up at her, completely shameless. Let me come with you, I promise I’ll be a good boy.