Aiden’s POV

A thick-as-a-heavy-curtain draped over the dilapidated warehouse.

I lay there, my eyes pinned at the dusty rafters above me, pressing my back against the cold brick as I felt utterly hollowed out.

I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me. Why the fuck couldn't I stop myself?

Why did everything I did to infuriate her end up in this damn, soul consuming result? Sex? With the girl I hated?

It was the distraction Dante told me to use.

I latched onto the thought, repeating the mantra until it felt true enough to believe. This was strategy, nothing more.

Yeah. That was all there was to it....