Desired by All and He Threw Away 26

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After a quick shower i towel off and pull on the shirt she gave me. Is snug around the shoulders the cotton clinging slightly from the steam. the scent of her detergent lingers in the fabric–lavender and something sweet something real. I step out, ready to find her. To fix what I broke. 

Taylor’s POV 

By the time i sit down again the adrenaline worn off leaving behind a strange emptiness. i tell myself Im fine that i dont care but my hands keep fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve. 

The house is quiet now -the storm easing into a drizzle the kids asleep. 

only the faint hum of the fridge fills the silence. I should be working – posting this evidence of dylan sleeping with that underage girl- but my thoughts keep circling back to him. 

Aiden. 

Always composed. Always unreadable. And then, out of nowhere inside of my cheek trying to shake it off. i shouldnt care. I shouldnt want him to understand me. But part of me does. 

“Hermès or LV?” like a slap disguised as kindness. I bite the 

He finds me at the table, with my laptop open up infront of me. His hair is damp, curling slightly at the edges, his one of my dad’s old tie shirt fitting tighter than it should. He looks less like the man who commands boardrooms and more like someone lost in thought, unsure of what to say. 

I don’t look up. “If you’re here to offer me Chanel this time, don’t bother.” 

He doesn’t rise to it. “I came to help.” 

his tone is quiet careful. he walks over and sits beside me close enough that i can feel the warmth radiating from his skin. The air shifts charged, uncertain. 

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we work in silence for a while the only sounds is the faint tapping of my key board. 

i keep my focus trained on the screen determined not to let him in again. Not tonight. 

When we finish uploading the files and send the evidence to the media, I exhale slowly. “Its done.” 

he leans back in his chair. “Then we wait.” the weight of it all the storm the tension the exhaustion -suddenly hits me. i stand stretching my muscles aching. “i should shower,” i murmur reaching for a clean shirt from the pile beside the bed. 

i stretch up fingers brushing fabric -and thats when i feel him behind me. The quiet shuffle of movement, then his hand lightly touches my arm. Not forceful, just steady. The contact sends a ripple through me warmth, awareness, something dangerously close to comfort. 

“Let me,” he says softly. 

I freeze. his voice is lower now, rougher, as if hes fighting his own hesitation. His presence is magnetic — all heat and quiet control. i can smell his soap faintly citrus still clinging to his skin. 

he reaches past me effortlessly taking down the shirt i couldnt reach his chest brushing my back.i swallow hard pulse quickening. 

He doesn’t move away, his breath grazes my ear as he murmurs, “hy work is done. After this we should discuss our next step – how well get back at Dylan for his affair.” 

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He doesn’t move away. his breath grazes my ear as he murmurs “My work is done. 

After this, we should discuss our next step–how we’ll get back at ylan for his affair.” 

my heart races as Aiden envelops me from behind in his arms. His reath tickles my ear and hearing him talk about getting revenge on Dylan reminds me of all the dramatic scenes Ive read in novels and watched in late night TV shows., 

i cant help the way my thoughts drift toward more intimate possibilities my pulse quickening with every second of closeness.i 

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try to pull away but his arms are strong holding me still too close too real., 

Then as if the world itself chooses that moment to humiliate me the clothes Ive been holding slip from my grasp my lace underwear falling soundlessly to the floor between us. 

the air freezes., Neither of us speaks.