The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

I’m skimming through the printed words on the paper Aiden gave to me an hour ago or so.

He mentioned that it was also on the computer stored in a private file but I found it better to read on paper.

When I heard his footfalls nearing I press my lips together to stop from smiling.

The talk with him in the office about our son was one of

the best conversations I had ever had with him.

He was attentive and seemed to be drinking in every word I said about Ashton. He chuckled a bit when I mentioned that our son was a bit fearful of heights and said he must’ve got- ten that fear from his mother, because she too was scared of heights.

I had smiled then. Ashton really took all of Aiden’s genes and down to his personality and none of mine. Except for the scrunching up of the nose when we get irritated.

I never thought in a million years that Aiden and I would be talking about Ashton with so much giddiness and warmth.

In fact I never thought we could stay in the same room with each other for longer than five minutes without aiming for each other’s throat or aiming to get rid of each other’s clothes.

But we managed to avoid both.

And dare I say it, I loved talking to him about our son. He also looked like he loved hearing about his son which made me fawn inwardly.

I never saw him so warm and attentive before.

It was so strange for me to enjoy a meaningful conversa- tion with him. And I’m even more stunned when our conversa- tions remained warm and giddy the entire time. Not once did we try to argue or disagree.

quarreling in the morning to now was such a huge difference that it felt weird that this all happened

a few hours

“Mama bear,”

my spine whenever he called me that. I

up and see that he was looking at me in amusement. His jacket was draped over his arm and

looked down at the small clock on the desk. It’s two

“Oh,”

over at Aiden to see that he was grinning from

our son.” He said

our son.

hold her guard up with him to

to give Aiden a chance to prove me wrong. To prove that

giving him that chance to prove him- self before I burn him at the

interested in raising his son with all those questions he spewed at me I’m the office

as I quickly place the file in one of the drawers and some of

the desk to stand beside him.

for the doors to open, Aiden is suddenly

a sharp breath when his palm rest on the small of my back, the second the elevator doors slide

heat burn through the material of the dress and when he nudges me forward I found my feet feeling a bit

embarrassed myself by

hands still

to me. I can practically hear my own rough breathing in this small confined space, there’s no way he couldn’t

them over at your place later on

I can

shifted away from him a little and I can practically feel his frown at my