Eight years ago...

Aiden let out a long sigh. "Dad, I really don't think this is a good idea."

"C'mon, Aiden, lighten up. It's your eighteenth birthday. A shot glass isn't going to hurt you," Jack laugh, taking a drink of his bourbon.

Aiden turned his attention back to the tiny glass cup. To his right, Bren chuckled. "I didn't know someone could be afraid of a glass cup," he snorted.

Aiden shot him a hot glare. "I'm not afraid of the cup!" he hissed, insulted.

Bren laughed harder. "Are you sure? You're looking at it like it's a snake..."

Jack let out a small sigh. "Well, I guess you really don't have to if you don't want to. I just thought it would be fun for you to join us, just a little. You're officially an adult today. Plus, you did a damn fine job helping me with Canada's snow problems today. Only a week at it and you're already almost a pro," Jack smiled.

Aiden glared at the shot glass. "Fine! I'll do it." Reaching out, he tipped his head back and swallowed the alcohol. Coughing harshly, he slammed the glass back on to the tabletop. It burned his throat and made his head pound. "Oh, gods! It's awful! Why would anyone do this to their selves? I knew you two were insane and now I've ingested this poison too."

Jack blinked, staring between the empty glass and his son's frowning face. "Wow...you actually did it. I wasn't expecting you to. Your so up-tight it's suffocating."

"Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes has joined us devils, Jack," Bren winked from across the table. "Next thing, he'll finally loose his virginity," he teased in a much softer voice.

Aiden's face flushed bright red. Jack blinked again, staring at his son in shock. "Bren! Shut the fucking hell up, please!" Aiden growled.

"W-wait...what?!" Jack reared back in shock. "The fuck? Are you serious?!" he lowered his voice, leaning closer to the middle of the table. "Aiden's really never...?" His brow furrowed. "Have you even kissed yet?"

Aiden's face grew redder and as it did, he felt a strange light-headed sensation start to come over him. "I'm not like Felix, okay?" he muttered defensively. "It's not proper to go around begging for attention from women when I don't actually hold any feelings for them. Maybe I'm just weird, but I'd prefer to know and like a woman before I try to date her, thank you." He crossed his arms over his chest, blinking as the world around him seemed to shift in a funny way.

Bren laughed harder. "That's not weird. But you take it to a new extreme, Aiden. You want to know her whole family tree before you even smile at her."

Aiden let out a soft laugh. "What? Not her whole family tree...J-just half of it," he corrected Bren in a short giggle. He reached out and grabbed the shot glass in front of Bren, downing it in one gulp. Aiden let out a hiccup, making a strange noise somewhere between a snort of laughter and a sigh. "This stuff isn't so bad," he murmured in amazement. "What did you have, Bren?"

Jack stared at his son, shaking his head slowly. "No," he lamented. "Gods no...Aiden, my son, don't tell me you've inherited your mother's curse!"

Bren glanced between Jack and Aiden uncertainly. "Um...what are you talking about?"

"Bren, make sure Aiden doesn't nab anymore of your drinks," Jack ordered quickly.

Wincing, Bren nodded. "Yeah, alright. But can you tell me why, exactly?" A second later, Bren reached out and snatched his glass out of Aiden's hands. Jack was sitting about three feet across from the two younger men, his drink out of Aiden's reach.

"Why do you have to be such a jerk, Bren?" Aiden muttered. "I just want another sip. I swear, just another. Whatever that was, it was good. I liked it. C'mon, please?" Aiden begged the older man, clasping his hands in front of him and fluttering his lashes.

Bren gulped, keeping his glass up in the air, staring down into Aiden's pouting face. "Whoa, man...Are you sure you're feeling okay? I've...I've never seen you like this before..." Bren turned his gaze to Jack. "Um, when did the aliens abduct Aiden? He's like a completely different person."

Jack let out a forlorn sigh. "Ah, 'tis the curse he inherited from his mother...My oldest can't handle his alcohol, Bren. In fact...he's a lightweight of epic proportions." Jack paused, voice shifting from his over dramatic tone. "Well, fuck...Bren, I recommend you guard your lips well."

"What?!" Bren jerked back, looking panicked. "Why?!"

A soft, smooth chuckle made all three men pause, turning toward the noise. Passing by, about three feet from their table, was a young woman who looked about Aiden's age, perhaps a little older. She had dark chocolate skin, and straight black hair that framed her face and fell to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a deep black, her lips lifted in an amused grin. She was wearing a cream-colored dress that was didn't have a shoulder on the left side with a long, flowing sleeve that fell past her wrist on the right. The dressed reached to a few inches above her knees, form fitting, cut in a scooped-shape above her breasts. She was wearing matching heels, her long, shapely legs shown off in all their glory. Around her left shoulder was a small black clasp purse with a long, thin strap attached to it to carry it by.

"You three look like you're having a good time..." Her dark gaze ran up and down Aiden and her smile turned a little more hot and a little less amused. She winked at him when he lifted his dark green gaze to her face after taking in the sight of her. She chuckled again and Aiden felt a flaring heat in his belly at the sound. "Good luck getting that drink. I don't mind sharing, if you're interested..." With that, she continued past, hips swaying gently as she moved across the floor, toward the bar stool.

Bren let out a quiet whistle. "Damn, she definitely wants some Aiden action..."

Aiden frowned, shaking his head, trying to clear it of the dizzying haze it seemed to be made of. "What? You shouldn't talk so rudely about a lady, Bren..." But even as he said it, his eyes moved back toward where the woman had gone. When he did, his gaze collided with her own. She smiled, lifting up a glass in her right hand to him in a toast. Afterwards, she moved the cup to her lips, her eyes holding him prisoner as her tongue flicked out and ran along the rim of her cup. The heat in Aiden's belly shot up into a flame at her actions. She lowered the glass from her lips, her smile growing. Then, quite suddenly, she turned away.

Aiden felt like he'd just been left out in the cold with that. His breath came out in a low, groaning hiss.

Jack coughed harshly, causing Aiden to blink and return his attention to the two men sitting at his table. "Wow, okay, Bren you weren't joking. Damn..." He shook his head, looking shocked. "She might end up eating you alive, but..." Jack reached out and clapped his hand on Aiden's shoulder, forced to be half-standing and leaning over the table to do so. "Trust me when I say you're going to enjoy the experience. Alright, it's decided. Aiden needs to move over there and kiss the girl!"

Aiden blinked rapidly. "Wait...what?" he mumbled. "I-I...I c-couldn't possibly..."

Bren laughed boisterously. "Man, I will go Sebastian on your ass and start singing the song if you don't," Bren threatened with a evil grin.

Aiden jerked back from both of them. "Y-you two are crazy. A-are you both idiots? I can't...there's no way I can j-just..."

Jack sighed. "Son, you're currently kicking off some heat. Don't think I don't know what that means," he rolled his eyes.

"S-stop acting like a group of college dorm jerks," Aiden grumbled.

"Go on and kiss the girl!" Bren sang around a laugh.

Aiden's face flushed. "I-I..."

Jack laughed as well. "Bren, you need to work on your Sebastian. You should do it like this." Jack tipped back another swallow of his drink, clearing his throat. In an almost perfect match of Sebastian's singing voice, Jack sang himself. "There you see her, sitting there across the way. She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her. And you don't know why, but you're dying to try, you wanna kiss the girl."

Aiden shot to his feet, throwing a hand out to brace himself when his sudden movement made him feel a little dizzy. "D-Dad!" he hissed.

Grinning like a pair of idiots, Bren joined in. "Yes, you want her. Look at her, you know you do. It's possible she wants you too. There is one way to ask her..."

Growling in embarrassed annoyance, Aiden turned on his heel, stalking toward the bar. Behind him, Jack and Bren let out laughing cheers. Shaking his head, he paused when he was a few feet from the bar, feeling incredibly uncertain. But as he was about to retreat, the woman turned and glanced over her shoulder. Aiden watched her dark eyes light up, her lips turning up into a smile. Seeing her smile made his stomach clench in nerves as an answering smile of his own spread across his face. "Just so you know," the woman said, "I don't kiss."

Frowning, intrigued, Aiden moved forward the few more feet required and climbed up onto the bar stool next to her. "Yeah? Well, that doesn't seem very fun," he found himself saying before he could really think. He cleared his throat, cutting a side-long glance toward the woman who was sitting at his right. "I'm sorry about that. I honestly don't know where this is coming from..."

She let out a laugh that sounded like tinkling chimes. "Oh God...You're adorable."

Aiden's spine stiffened at that. "I am not adorable, thank you very much," he grumbled, glowering at her.

She giggled even more, nodding her head. "Yes you are...How often do you try to pick up women?" she asked.

He sighed. He felt the alcohol in his system make a lot of the stiffness he usually felt begin to melt away...And, honestly, it wasn't that bad of a feeling. Why not just let myself have some fun for once? he asked himself. It's not like she hasn't made it obvious that she's interested in me. He nodded his head slightly at the thought, turning to face her, wearing a wry grin. "Well, you'd be...the first," he admitted. Leaning closer to her, he winked. "So, how bad am I doing?" he wondered.

"Horrible!" she laughed even more.

Aiden eyed her, his grin growing. "Really? I'm definitely picking up on some mixed signals then, Miss. Your lips say no, but your eyes tell a different story," he murmured.

Her smile slowly fell away as she gazed up at him. After a few more seconds, she took in a deep breath. "So, would you like to continue this conversation back in my hotel room?" she asked.

He felt two seconds of panic but did his best to squash it down. "Um, yeah, sure," he swallowed nervously.

Her smile returned, her gaze heated as she nodded her head. "Alright." She pulled a few bills out of her purse and placed them on the bar before getting off the stool and standing.

Aiden rose to his feet as well, mind spinning. Holy shit, holy shit! Holy fuck, am I really doing this?! He glanced back at the table Bren and Jack were still sitting at. The two of the looked almost as shocked as he felt. But when they saw he was looking their way, the both of them held thumbs up.

Rolling his eyes, Aiden flipped them off with both hands before turning to follow after the woman. Behind him, he heard Jack and Bren's laughter. Speeding up slightly, it didn't take him more than a few strides to reach her side. They reached the exit of the bar and he held open the door for her. "After you," he murmured politely, half amazed he could still even be so. Not with all the thoughts running through the back of his mind as he glanced down and took in the sight of her again.

"Thanks," she nodded her head. Outside, the sounds of the busy, bustling nightlife of the city overwhelmed him for half a second. The crisp, chilly air hit him full in the face. The woman shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. "Wow, it's so weird."

"What is?" he asked uncertainly. I know I'm plenty weird right now...is she talking about me?

"It's June and nearly thirty degrees out!" she exclaimed. "I hate the cold," she grumbled. "Don't you?" she turned slightly and glanced up at him.

His lips quirked up in amusement. "The cold doesn't really bother me."

Her lips pushed out in a slight pout. "Oh. Really? You're lucky then. The cold is kind of...an old enemy of mine." She suddenly laughed, looking back up at him. "Do you mind if I lean on you? Maybe you'll help keep me warm."

Aiden fought to keep his face straight. "I don't mind," he stepped forward and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. Her body pressed into his side and he closed his eyes, swallowing. He felt his body temperature kick up a notch. At the same time, he called forth a bubble of warm air, covering the both of them.

"Wow...You really are warm," she murmured in delighted surprise. "Mmmm," she moaned. "You're toasty," she sighed.

Aiden cleared his throat. "Um, where are we heading to again?"

She blinked, looking startled. "...Your comfiness distracted me. Sorry. It's actually just down the street," she explained, pointing down the sidewalk, to her right. "Just two blocks away."

Aiden turned, tightening his hold on her as they started off. Her arms slipped around his back, hugging him tight. He closed his eyes briefly, fighting down some of the lust in his blood. He'd never known that he could get so hot before. It was shocking and dizzying all at once. "Are you still warm?" he asked quietly a minute later. They were getting close to the front doors of quite a grand hotel. Aiden didn't pay it much mind though. His attention was focused on the woman against him, the magic he was using, and the storming emotions running throughout his mind.

Her head nodded against his chest. "Yes. Thank you. I still can't believe how warm you are."

"Hot blood runs in my family," he explained flippantly as he pushed open the door to the hotel.

"Do stunning good looks also run in the family?" she asked in a giggling mumble against his side. "Third floor," she told him as he started toward the elevators.

Aiden nodded, pressing the button to call the elevator. "As a matter of fact, they do."

"You must take the cake then," she murmured. "I couldn't quite believe you were real when I first saw you," she explained.

A burst of shocked pride swelled in Aiden's chest. He was use to being seen as good-looking. But next to Felix and Bren, he'd always felt sub-par. They stepped into the elevator, which was thankfully empty. "I'm amazed you think so," he confessed.

"I'm amazed you don't think so," she insisted, her fingers playing with the material of his shirt. She let out a little sigh. "I guess I should let go now."

He cleared his throat. "I'd prefer if you didn't," he said in an almost formal voice.

She pulled back slightly, wrinkling her brow. "Why not?"

"I like the feel of you against me," he found himself admitting.

He watched as a faint splash of pink filled her cheeks. She let out a small chuckle, but it sounded very uncertain. "Huh...You know, I can't figure out if you're serious, adorable, funny, or sweet..."

Aiden's stomach felt like it did a gymnastics flip. He tensed for two seconds. You can still walk away. You can escort her to her room, turn right around, and not look back. Instead, he grinned impishly. "Funny enough, I'm seriously sweet and adorable, don't you agree?"

She blinked staring up at him. "Wha-? Cheeky too!" she snorted, lightly slapping her hand against his arm.

He smiled warmly, turning his head slightly to show her his cheek. "Yeah? What about it? Do I have dirt on it or something?"

The elevator door jerked a little before coming to a stop with a soft ping. The doors opened and Aiden stepped out, arm still holding her to his side. But she hadn't dropped her arms and moved away yet. "Left or right?" he asked, glancing in both directions.

"Right, 309," she replied. "It like three doors down." Aiden started in the direction she said, finding 309 at the third door to his right. "Here." She unwrapped herself from him, pulling out a key card from her little purse. She inserted the card and opened the door after the little light turned green. She stepped inside, putting the card back in her purse and placing it on a small table close to the door.

Aiden stepped in after her, taking in the room. Directly to his left was a door he assumed led into the bathroom, to his right the small table with the woman's purse on it. In front of him was the rest of the room, which consisted of a dresser on the right wall, two full-sized beds further in on the left, a small fridge past the dresser, and a window on the far back wall, curtains currently closed.

His gaze lingered on the beds for two seconds, returning to the woman as she moved to the small fridge. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "What would you like to drink? I have some wine, some beer, a little brandy...I think." She squinted into the fridge again. "Uh, yep, brandy." She turned back to him. "Anything grab your attention?"

Looking at the beds was making some sense start to try and sneak back into Aiden's head. He very slowly shook his head, raising his hands up. "Uh, look, I think this is a mistake. I can't...I'm not the type of man who can just...I don't normally do this," he stumbled over his words. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm down and fight past the warm, bubbling haze of the alcohol in his bloodstream. "I want to know more about someone before I...well, you know," he mumbled, opening his eyes to stare into hers. "So I think it's best if I leave right now." He lowered his hands.

She was eyeing him, biting her lip. She looked torn and almost a little confused...

Aiden let out a long sigh, starting to turn to leave. "I'm sorry. Well, have a good nig-"

"Willow," she breathed out in a soft, almost strangled whisper.

Aiden blinked, pausing, looking back at her in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"M-my name...it's Willow," she repeated, though her voice wasn't any stronger.

He stared at her, taking in her almost vulnerable, uncertain expression. She wasn't looking at him in the face, instead she seemed absorbed with staring at a particular part of the carpet. And for some inexplicable reason-most likely the alcohol-he couldn't bring himself to take another step away. After two seconds of awkward silence, he straightened and took a step further into the room. "My name's Aiden," he offered.

Her gaze lifted to his face. Her black eyes were filled with something...But Aiden had no idea what. A cry for help? A light of gratitude? A spark of some other emotion that he couldn't name?

"Aiden," she repeated his name, and the sound of it on her lips made his heart rate kick up in his chest. After a second, a small smile quirked up her lips. "Did you know that your name is perfect for you? It means 'fiery' and the longer I'm with you, the more I feel like it's true."

He blinked. "Um...thank you?"

Her smile transformed into a laugh. "You're very welcome. Now...if you're staying...I have a idea. What if we play a game to get to know one another better?" she offered.

He took another step, closely followed by a third. He raised a hand to run his fingers through his hair. "What sort of game?" he found himself asking.

Her eyes filled with a wicked light as she reached into the still half-opened fridge door and pulled out a large bottle of wine. "The rules are pretty simple," she began to explain, closing the fridge door. "We get to ask questions to one another. True or false questions. Like, 'you have a birth mark, don't you?' And, as it turns out, I don't have a birthmark, which means that you lost that round. Loose a round and you have to take a drink of this wine."

Aiden laughed. "And what happens if you win?"

Her grin was filled with mischievous intent. "Well, it's a little different for both of us. If you win, I'll take off a piece of clothing. And if I win, you have to strip down instead."

He blinked, freezing. "Wait...This is-!"

She nodded, popping off the cork of the wine bottle with the opener sitting on top of the refrigerator. "So..." she lowered the wine bottle, holding it away from her as it began to fizz over. "Are you game?"

His mind was spinning. His responsible self tried to fight off the effects of the alcohol...But, honestly, he was having fun right now. His dark green eyes slowly slid down her body, appreciating the way the dress showed off her curves. He swallowed, lifting his eyes back to hers. Her smile began to dim, just a tiny bit, as if she really did fear he was going to reject her. And, for three seconds, he thought he would too.

Instead, he nodded, grinning. "I'd love to play," he said as he moved even closer, to the first bed. Sitting down, he stretched out his legs in front of him. "So...who gets to go first?"

She moved to sit down on the second bed. Aiden moved so that they were facing one another, the wine bottle on the floor between them. "I don't have any cups in here," she explained. "You okay with sharing the bottle?" At his quick nod, she straighten from placing the bottle on the floor. She made sure her legs weren't hanging over the edge of the bed and Aiden did the same. "How about we go in alphabetical order? That means you get to go first."

He thought about a question for a second. "Alright. Willow isn't your real name, is it?"

Her lips quirked. "Yes, it is, which means you loose. Have a sip, sir," she waved her hand toward the bottle.

Sighing, Aiden reached down and tipped back a swallow. The bubbly, fizzy taste of the wine threw him off for a second. But he quickly returned the bottle back to the floor, glancing toward her. "You're turn then."

Her smile grew. "Your name is really Aiden, isn't it?"

He sighed heavily. "If feel like that's almost cheating, but whatever." He glanced down at himself. "So, what would you like me to take off first?" he asked as he returned his eyes to hers.

Her dark eyes moved over him, her tongue flicking out to run over her lips. He felt his body temperature spike up a little more at that, suddenly wanting to kiss her until he stole away her breath. She raised her eyes to his after a second. "How about you loose the shirt," she murmured.

Nodding, he removed his dark grey shirt. Once he had, he heard her groan. "Wait, you're wearing another shirt under that?" she grumbled. "No wonder you weren't cold earlier."

He glanced down, remembering that he was. He usually wore several layers in the Human World to help explain why his body temperature fluctuated as much as it did with his dual magics of fire and ice. He shrugged nonchalantly. "I like to be prepared," he lied.

"Prepared for what?" she asked in sarcastic confusion. "A Superman moment when you need to change into your superhero outfit?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "No, for when a beautiful woman takes me up to her room to seduce me."

Slowly, she nodded her head in understanding. "I see, I see. Well, that is a valid concern. Alright, your turn, Aiden."

He leaned back a little on the bed, studying her. "Your favorite color is either red, purple, or green?" he tried.

Her lips lifted up into a smirk. She shook her head. "No, actually, I'm a big fan of blue."

Sighing, he reached down and took another swallow of the wine. "Why am I so bad at this?" he grumbled.

"My turn again. You're the oldest kid in your family, aren't you?" she questioned. "You're much too responsible to be the baby and I don't get a middle child feel from you..."

Aiden glared at her. "Do you read minds? What next would you like me to remove?" he asked.

Her eyes were dancing with mirth. "Your pants," she ordered firmly.

He blinked, eyeing her in surprise. "Really? You're going to jump three levels that quickly?" When she merely nodded her head firmly, he shrugged. "Alright." Rising to his feet, he unzipped his pants, undoing the little button hidden at the top. Without any ceremony, he sat back down and pulled off his pants.

A small noise made him return his attention to Willow. Her eyes had gone a little wide, her lips opened slightly in a panting breath. Her gaze was latched onto his body and he felt a slow smirk lift his lips. "My turn...Like what you see?"

She swallowed, nodding her head tightly. "Sexy man indeed," she laughed a little breathlessly. "What's coming off?" Her eyes jerked away from his lower half and up to his face.

He was amused to see that she almost looked a little embarrassed. He pursed his lips. "Well...you aren't wearing nearly as many layers as I am. I suppose the only thing I can choose is your dress."

She rose to her feet, turning her back to him. "Can you undo my zipper?" she asked as she pulled aside her hair.

He reached up, fingertips running along her spine, liking the small shiver that ran through her at his touch. His fingers grabbed hold of the little silver zipper and he pulled it down slowly. He barely resisted pressing his lips to the dark flesh that was revealed to him as he did. Once he'd unzipped the dress all the way, to the beginning of the curve of her lower back, he dropped his hands. "There, you're all good to go," he told her.

She turned back to face him, with the narrow space in between the two beds penning her in a little. She shoved the dress off her right shoulder and the dress quickly fell down her body into a white pool at her feet. She stepped out of the dress, bending down to pick it up and place it on the bed she was sitting on.

As she did, Aiden's gaze was stuck on the sight of her uncovered body. She was wearing a matching pair of bra and panties, both nearly the same cream color of her dress. The small, thin coverings had little swirls of lace running along them, but that was it. He swallowed, his body temperature shooting up by several levels. He felt like he was burning up in his clothes now.

She sat back down, shaking her hair out around her. Her gaze took in the heat in his eyes and she smiled widely. "My turn now, Aiden. Hmm...You don't like sushi, do you? Personally, I like it every now and then. It actually sounds pretty good right now."

He blinked, fighting to keep his attention on her face and not let it travel lower. "Actually, I'm a big fan. I have been since I was a kid. Take a drink," he pointed to the bottle.

She nodded, shifting to bend down and get it. But as she did, her cleavage was revealed even more and his hand tightened into a fist. He shook his head, pulling his gaze away as she took a drink and put the bottle back.

His mind was spinning, unable to focus. He asked a random question, not even really thinking about it. "You're a fan of strawberries, aren't you?"

Her brows crinkled in confusion. "Um...what? I mean, yes, I am, but that seems crazy random, Aiden."

"It's your smell," he explained in a distracted voice. "You smell like strawberries and cream. Take off your bra," he ordered in a tight voice.

Her brows rose at the tension he was showing, but she reached behind her back and unlatched the bra. A second later, she tossed the small, strapless article of clothing over her dress. She shifted, lounging out on the bed a little, perfectly comfortable.

The sight of her exposed breasts made the fire in him reach levels he couldn't handle anymore as he was. His movements jerky and rushed, he pulled off his second shirt, until he was just in a dark blue muscle shirt. Panting, his gaze clashed with Willow's. "You're killing me," he choked out.

She frowned. "I didn't even ask you a question yet, Aiden. Don't go rushing the game to the end. This is a lot of fun," she smiled. "Okay. You haven't done anything like this before, have you?"

He shook his head. "That has to be obvious," he growled. "Your options are my boxers or my shirt," he explained.

Her dark eyes laughed at him. "Touch choices, Aiden. Very tough choices...I think I'll go with your shirt. Then we'll match," she giggled. "Both of us just in the barest we have to wear to not be considered naked..."

He tossed the shirt off, breathing in deeply in relief. "Thank you...I was going to suffocate from the heat." He stared at her lips. "You'll let me kiss you later, right?" he found himself asking.

The light in her eyes dimmed by a few margins. She shook her head. "No, I told you before. I don't kiss, not on the lips."

He sucked in a sharp breath. "Yeah...I should have remembered that," he grumbled as he moved to get another drink of wine. The alcohol kept burning through his ability to care anymore about anything except for the woman in front of him. He just wanted her... wanted to taste her, to feel her, to have her. "Your turn," he sighed.

She rose to her feet, making him struggle to keep his eyes on her face as her breasts jiggled, just a little, at her movements. She held her hand out toward him. "Let's put a pause to this game. I want to dance, so will you dance with me?"

He blinked, staring up at her in surprise. "Dance? Right now? Like this?" he gestured to their state of undress.

Willow smiled widely. "Of course right now and like this. How else would we dance?"

He gazed up into her eyes for a few moments, feeling uncertain. "I don't think..."

"C'mon, Aiden. Live a little. Go wild and crazy. One night won't be the end of the world. For all you know, it'll be the start of it, actually." She took hold of his hand, smiling down at him. "Please? Just a few songs?"