Aiden curses when he sees me, but he doesn’t say anything else. He simply leans down and lifts me, hefting me up until I’m bridal style in his arms. He smells like the woods and crisp, fresh air, and I press my face into his neck, breathing him in more deeply. He carries me down the small stairs, around the corner, down the big stairs, and finally to his bedroom. There he sets me gently on his bed, propping pillows up behind me and spreading a large blanket over my legs.
