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I stopped. There wasn’t much to say when Aidan knew the rest. Plus, it still felt humiliating to talk about the fertility treatments. There was something about being a woman and having your body not do the one thing that a woman’s body was supposed to do that always caused a lump in my throat. Then there was the continual stress, the financial cost to all of it even though Cory made great money computer programming and my old job at a museum in Detroit paid decently, as well. We had started fighting constantly. A lot of it was the hormones making me seem crazy. In the end, Cory and I weren’t in love and were too young and too immature to have a relationship that would withstand the hard times, regardless of the vows we’d made.
Granted, he’d taken the cowardly way out, but looking back, it was a blessing in disguise.
“I’m sorry you went through all of that, Chelsea.”
I reached over, placed my hand on Aidan’s thigh, and squeezed tight. “I am, too. I think it was a good thing, though. Cory and I weren’t meant to be forever and it had to end somehow. At least it ended before I got pregnant, I guess.”
His warm hand, strong and callused from hard work, gently covered my hand and made a ripple of awareness and desire slide through me.
We were silent for moments before he brought my hand to his lips. “I would never do that to you.”
“I know you wouldn’t.”
Aidan wasn’t the type of guy to have an affair. I truly knew that in both my head and my heart.
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Our hotel was absolutely beautiful.Glamorouswas probably a better word for it, and as I let Aidan lead me down the hallway, the bellboy behind us carrying our luggage, my body began to respond to the lush and romantic hotel that Aidan chose for our weekend getaway.
I chewed my lip, trying to fight the smile that wanted to plaster itself across my face, and tamped down the beginning twinges of arousal.
I waited silently, taking in the suite that Aidan had reserved for us. There was a plush king-size bed, a bathroom where the shower’s glass wall separated it from the bedroom, and a huge corner spa tub sat in the bedroom area. There was essentially no privacy allowed in the room with the glass wall.
“I have a feeling you haven’t stayed in a place like this before,” I finally said, my voice thick with anticipation as I continued taking in the cream bed coverings and the dark woodwork. The hotel was grand—the room a romantic getaway for lovers.
Aidan cleared his throat. “No, can’t say I’ve stayed here.”
“I like it.” I crossed the space from where I was standing by the hot tub to where he was by the bed. “I like it a lot.”
“Good.”
He leaned down, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me against his chest. “What would you like to do first?”
My hands went to his shoulders, up to the back of his neck, and I tugged him down closer to me, brushing my lips over his.
“I can think of a few things,” I whispered.
Aidan’s quiet laugh vibrated in his chest and against mine. His arms tightened. “Later, I promise. I want to see the city with you.”
I feigned a pout before letting go. “Fine,” I huffed. “If you insist.”
“Come on. Let’s go to Michigan Avenue and then we’ll head to Gino’s.”
Shopping and then pizza? The man definitely knew me.
