She shivered at the sound of her name, unadulterated by the usual sounds and hums of their busy camp. It was quiet here. Aiden dropped his hand and leaned foreword, the front of his body pressing against hers while he undid her seatbelt. A blush erupted on her cheeks and she wished that it was easier to act unaffected by his closeness and the way his warm, electric fingers grazed across the side of her waist as he pressed the buckle. When it released, he leaned back into a crouch again, eyes on the side of her head. "I know I f****d up-"
"Colossally, Aiden," she cut him off for the first time, snapping her head to his and confidently locking eyes with him, "You f****d up colossally."
"Please come inside, Marley. Please have a little faith." Faith. That word has been thrown around between
