"Yeah, we're flying back tomorrow."

While Aiden and Seb catch up with their parents, I snuggle in between them on the couch. Micah and Ada are cooking, so I better avoid the kitchen. Micah is a disaster.

Socially interacting this morning was nice, but it wore me out. I'm already having trouble keeping my eyes closed, and that while Aiden told me we are picking up the self-defense lessons again.

Not because the incident was my fault, but to avoid it happening again. I completely understand.

Sebastian notices me almost falling asleep and subtly places a blanket on me. He gently wraps me up. Aiden kisses my hair and gives me his hand, almost as a reminder he's still here. Just like he's promised.

Easton cocks an eyebrow at the sight, but doesn't say anything. No, he's too busy tracing Daisy's—I've caught on their parents' name, finally—lips. She is trying to slap his hands away, but anyone can tell he's too strong.

Apparently, Dominic, Easton and Asher are brothers. It amazes me. They look different, but that is because of their haircuts and clothes. If they would have the same cuts and suits, I wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

"Seb?" I whisper, not wanting to interrupt but having to know. He immediately looks down at me with a smile. "Yes?"

I blink a few times, trying to focus on his face. When my sight isn't as blurry anymore, I go on. "Why were you so mean? Yesterday morning, when I had to leave for the bus. And then in the car, all of you were so grumpy."

Mostly Aiden. His words hurt the most, but I don't want to say that to his face. He's stayed with me the whole night and assured me, after all.

Next to me, a deep sigh sounds. I wince, knowing he heard what I asked. Shit, that wasn't what I intended. "Come on, baby, let's get you in your bed."

I frown. But lunch's ready in less than thirty—" "Better take a quick nap then," Aiden snaps, picks me up and leaves without as much as another word. I can only cling to him to not fall.

Instead of my room, he takes me back to his bedroom again. I don't mind, it's very special. His ceiling is an aquarium, filled with blue light and tropical fish. I absolutely love it.

"Yesterday. I'm sorry I got irritated and took it out on you, sweetheart." He cups my cheeks in a gentle way I'd have never expected. But I'm not complaining.

"I may have been upset we had to let you go. These two weeks with you were the most enjoyable of my life. And then the car got sabotaged, and it just exploded in my head. You were the first person I saw, so I took it out on you. I was also worried about your well-being, that close to the car. I will work on my temper, okay?"

I blink at the overload of information but nod. He'll work on it for me? That's sweet.

When he starts telling me about how he's a little upset I won't live with them anymore in Ohio, I feel him pushing me backwards on the bed and pulling off my pants. "W-what are you doing?" I stutter, feeling confused.

He smirks up. "Haven't I mentioned? I'm making it up to you."

I want to tell him he doesn't have to, but he's already pulling his shirt over his head. The sight I catch of his abs is absolutely amazing, and I feel my dick harden. They're all just so attractive.

Two seconds later, and he's on his knees behind the bed. He is kissing his way up to my inner thighs, taking his sweet time. "I've been dying to have a taste of you, baby."

My hips buckle up the second his lips wrap around my dick. It's just the perfect amount. I glance down to capture the sight in my memory and sigh.

My discovery? Aiden looks stunning between my legs, his slightly darker skin tone against my paler one.

I whimper when he retreats and goes back to placing soft kisses all around, but not on the place I need him. "Please . . ."

"Always so impatient," he clicks his tongue, a mischief smile on his face. "So desperate."

He is so right. I am impatient for the release, and I am desperate for his lips around me again. But he's so good at teasing, I know I'll have to wait until he wants me to come.

My cheeks are red and my skin feels hot. I feel the tears leave my eyes, another indicator that I'm exactly as how he says. "Please."

He shakes his head, smirking evilly. My hands clench into fists as I try to be reasonable. But when Aiden kisses the tip of my cock again, I let out a moan.

"You're so pretty with this kind of tears, Aaron," Aiden whispers. I push my hips up, asking him silently to move his lips in another way than giving me compliments. It doesn't work.

He's the evil himself, but he's so gorgeous doing so I don't even mind. The amount of times I have wanted him close like this . . .

"Please," I beg him again. To my surprise, he listens and starts working in that delicious way of him. I moan, whimper and cry out, and I get rewarded for it. Every time I gasp his name, I feel him smirk around my dick.

Just when I'm about to cum, the asshole stops all touching. He steps back and admires me struggling. I whimper, feeling like I'm about to go crazy.

He is the single definition of messing one up.

"Please, please, please," I beg of him. He presses a soft kiss to my temple, but that's not what I want. I want him to help me chase the peak of my orgasm, and I need him to not stop until I come down from the climax. It's all I could ask for right now.

"What exactly do you want, sweetheart? I want to hear you say it." He is challenging me. He wants me to whisper exactly what I want, even if he knows I get flustered by it.

I am too far gone for getting embarrassed. In this room it is just me and him, two people who trust each other and care for one another. It is safe and secure, so I don't feel like I should get ashamed for expressing how I feel.

"I want you to set me off," I whimper, my hips agreeing and shooting up to search the release I am aching for. "I want you to give me the make up you promised, and I don't want you to hold back on me. Please, Aiden, I need it."

At the glinster in his eyes to judge, I know this is exactly what he wanted. Me showing how much I can take, and not being afraid to ask for it. He wants me to bare myself, just like I did.

As a reward for my bravery, he makes quick work of getting me towards my orgasm. Soon enough, I turn in a gasping mess, worth of nothing. My body is numb with relief, my mind relieved by pleasure.

He gives me just the right amount of teeth and wet kisses to cum and when I do, he gives me such a seducing wink it nearly knocks me out. I gasp for breath, but my body is useless.

I can only lie on his bed, with a blank mind and a skin which is aching for the warmth of his body. He must understand my silent wish, because he climbs on the bed and collects me in his arms. "You did well, Aaron," he murmurs. "You are amazing. You know you drive me crazy, right?"

As if he's the one to complain. Does he even realize how much teasing/torture I just went through?

I mumble an inaudible answer at that and close my eyes. This wore me out even more, even if it was worth it. I'm just about to tell Aiden I want to take a quick nap when Ada calls for lunch.

"Come on, baby, let's put some food in you," Aiden grins. Lucky for me, he carries me all the way to the table. Seb kisses my cheek the second Aiden puts me in the chair. "Hm, that nap didn't quite help, did it?"

I am too tired to explain, and I don't think their parents would approve, so I just shake my head. The food looks amazing—which supposedly ahs to do with the fact Micah is scowling—but I can barely keep my eyes open.

Dominic is the first one to eat a bite. Daisy nudges her elbow in his side, but he doesn't even react. "Great food, Ada. Pity Aiden is already full."

Aiden looks up in surprise before he catches on with the joke. I do too, but only get it several seconds later when everyone grins at me.

I am mortified, with red cheeks and tired but wide eyes. "W-what, n-no—n-nothing happened—Aiden, help me," I hiss at him, sitting at my right side. He just gives me a little shrug, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

But when he sees I'm really uncomfortable with them keep on making jokes about it, he frowns and looks up. "Hey, can all of you stop? If he says nothing happened, nothing happened. Besides that, I am hungry like a horse, so your assumption is wrong."

The dads raise their eyebrows, but accept it and drop the subject. Grateful, I pick up my fork and try to be a part of the conversation, which is now about Micah not being allowed to help making the dish.

"It's not funny!" he exclaims. "I'm a very good chef!" he tries again, but everyone laughs even harder. "I make the best dishes of the world!"

Smiling widely, I blink against the exhaustion. Seb catches on and pulls me on his lap, hiding my face in his sweater. I limply lay my hands on his chest, feeling the table poking in my back.

The sound of laughter and casual conversations dies out, leaving nothing but peacefulness as I fall asleep in his arms.