"no." the usually taut corners of aiden's mouth relaxed a fraction of an inch; the tension in his body diminishing just a tiny amount, but it was enough for me to notice. "you can help me get my residency." // requested by @lorencobalts

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"no." the usually taut corners of aiden's mouth relaxed a fraction of an inch; the tension in his body diminishing just a tiny amount, but it was enough for me to notice. "you can help me get my residency." // requested by @lorencobalts
books read in 2016: the wall of winnipeg and me by mariana zapata
“Touch my wife again, and I’ll break every bone in your goddamn body.” My wife. Not Vanessa. He’d gone with my wife. He’d cussed. For me. For my honor. He’d said the ‘G’ word and it was just about the most romantic thing I’d ever heard in my life because Aiden didn’t do that. [...] It was right then, in that instant, that I realized I might be a little in love with Aiden. Not in a way that was anything like the easy crush I had on him in the past, but different. So, so different. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Seriously? I asked myself. Are you fucking serious, Vanessa?
Read in 2016 » The Wall of Winnipeg and Me by Mariana Zapata
“The joy made me shiver. “You came,” I muttered into the soft material of his hoodie. About eighteen different emotions clogged my throat. “I don’t know why you’re here, and why it’s freezing outside and you’re only wearing this jacked instead of a coat like a normal human being, but I’m so happy to see you, you have no idea. [...] “Stop talking,” Aiden muttered as two big arms swallowed my back whole. And then, he was hugging me. His biceps cradled my ribs as he pulled me into him, up to the tip of my toes. Our fronts seared.”
“I don’t know,“ I stuttered, “Do you love me?”
His gaze was so intent the entire world seemed to stop. “You tell me. I never stop thinking about you. I worry about you all the time. Every beautiful thing I see reminds me of you. I can’t finish my practices in Colorado with out wishing you were around,” he said in a steady tone. “You tell me what I feel.”