Diana's POV

After hanging up on Connor, I enter the building and make my way to the elevator. As soon as I hit the button, I realise that I don't know on which floor Aaron's apartment is. I call him up and he picks up.

"2nd floor, 12." He says and hangs up.

I shake my head but get to him almost immediately. Just to be polite for once, I knock on the door without barging in. He comes to open and I get inside. There's a man sitting on the couch with few papers in front of him and he gives me a smile with a nod which I return. He's Connor's friend, I recognise him but I fail to recall his name.

While Aaron gets busy in the paperwork, I take it upon myself to take a tour. The place isn't huge, but it's sufficient considering Aaron's the only one who's going to stay here. I like the appeal to it, it's cosy and warm.

"Hi." Aaron whispers in my ear from behind, snaking his arms as he places a kiss on my neck.

"Done with the agreement?" I ask, turning around and he nods.

"Yeah, let's make a trip down and get all the stuff?" He suggests and I nod.

We end up making three trips because of how little help I was. I refused to carry anything heavy or expensive, knowing myself well enough that I'm capable of dropping literally anything. The mattress was delivered as per Aaron's demands and was set up in his bedroom while the guys who came, Aaron tipped them to carry off the old mattress and dump it somewhere.

"Now that we have all the stuff here, let's get to work?" He says and I whine.

"What work? We already did all the work."

He chuckles, "C'mon, we've to settle all the stuff you bought."

"I'll go and return everything tomorrow. I just want to sleep." I say, massaging my temples.

He comes to sit by my side on the couch and pinches my arm. "Ow!" I yelp, smacking him on the head and he laughs.

"It will just take an hour." He convinces me, taking ahold of my elbow and making me stand.

I sigh as I start unpacking all the stuff. Damn, I did buy a lot of shit for his apartment. We decide to start with the living room, and most of all the couch. I put on the new cushions I got along with their beautiful covers.

"Next stop, kitchen." He commands.

"Yes, Sir." I shoot back and he grins.

As we fill the empty cupboards of his kitchen with food and dishes, I realise that I've never done anything like this with anyone before. It's such a simple thing we're doing, arranging stuff in an apartment and it's a thing I'm sure every normal couple does but I couldn't think of being like this with anyone else. But with him, it doesn't feel weird at all. It feels good in fact, it feels amazing because this way, I get to spend time with him.

"Living room's done, kitchen's done. Now, let's move to bedroom." I say and he smirks.

"I like where your head's at."

"Dirty?" I laugh and he nods with a grin.

Aaron carries his boxes in the room and I help him set up his closet with all the work and casual clothes he owns. I prefer both on him, he can look like a hot office man one minute and sexy college going guy another. While he sets his sock drawer, I put on the bed sheet in the best way I can. I suck at that, Ella knows how to tuck in the perfect bed sheet.

"Here, let me help." Aaron comes on the opposite side and I pass him a smile before tossing pillows on the bed.

As soon as he perfects his side of bed, I jump in and lie down, "This feels like heaven." I say, closing my eyes.

"Mm."

I feel his body pressure on the other side of the bed as he lies down with me. He scoots closer and I open my eyes slowly and give him a peek before setting my gaze on the ceiling.

"It looks like home now." He sighs.

"Does it feel like home?" I ask, turning to face him and he does the same.

"Yes, it does." He smiles.

He brushes his fingers across my cheek and leans down to place a kiss on my lips. I can feel his heavy breath as I reach out to kiss him again and brush my lips slowly across his.

"Don't tease." He pouts and I smile as I entangle my fingers in his hair and start kissing him.

He moves himself on top of me, keeping his weight on his elbows as he tangles our legs together and presses down himself on me. I gasp at the contact and he takes the exact moment to slide his tongue inside my mouth to meet mine.

Our breaths keep getting heavier with each second that we share kissing each other and I move my hand down to his jeans, unbuttoning it with a hand and spreading my fingers on the rugged material.

He sucks in a breath and parts away, looking deep down into my eyes, "Enough with the teasing please." He practically begs, removing his shirt in the process and I pull myself up to meet his lips again.

I decide not to tease him anymore as I unzip and slide his jeans down with the help of my legs and hands, kissing him the entire time. He breaks it for a second, only to examine how my dress has riled up my thighs to almost my stomach.

"I love black on you." He whispers as he kisses my neck and moves his hand to my hips, pressing himself harder against me.

A moan immediately leaves my lips and I look at his face. He looks intoxicatingly hot with his hair falling on his forehead and lustful eyes. His lips break the contact with my skin only to remove my dress and as soon as he does, I arch my back to unhook the bra and toss it. The way his eyes go wide in surprise gives me a feeling of satisfaction and I pull him down to myself to make our lips meet again.

His hands move to my breast as he cups them and moves his mouth down to my collarbone. Within a second his lips reach down to the swell of my skin, as he rubs his thumb on the other nipple. I feel exhilarated under his touch as I close my eyes and press my hand against his hard self, making him groan.

"Diana." He lets out a breath and I breathe deeply.

I can feel the effect he has on me between my legs, and I cannot lie to myself that I've never felt this way before. His touch has an actual affect on me, it has never happened to me before and I'm craving whatever he has to offer to me right now.

He surprises me when he suddenly parts away, frowning at me, "What's that?"

I scowl at him, "What?"

"What's the buzzing noise?"

It takes me a second to realise that it's my phone. I immediately push him off of me as I start looking for it but then he tosses it at me from the side table.

"Who's it?" He asks.

"Marcel."

I move my eyes around and they land on Aaron's tshirt. I immediately put it on and make my way out to the living room as I finally answer the phone.

"Where the hell have you been?" Uncle Marcel yells in the phone.

Aaron's POV

Fuck! Why does everyone always have to interrupt us with a phone call? It seems like they have a tracking device inside of her, and each time they get to know that things must be escalating between Diana and Aaron, let's just call her up and ruin the mood.

And why the hell did she move out to the living room? It's just Mr. Wilson, she could have talked in here in front of me. I can hear her voice from behind the door, but it's not clear what's she saying.

I sigh as I move to the closet and pull out pjs for myself. I look down at myself while I put them on and sigh, this girl makes me insane, I can't control myself around her. It just comes naturally and is broken by a phone call, otherwise it would also end up the way I want it to end. Too early for sex? Maybe. But I want Diana, I want her bad and I don't care what that makes me look like. It's just been days since we started dating but I'm crazy about her.

Diana breaks me out of my thoughts as she sighs loudly as soon as she steps in the bedroom.

"What's wrong?" I ask, looking at her face, she looks upset.

"I lost track of time, Aaron. For the first time in years, I lost track of time." She says.

My eyes move to the table clock she set on for me and realise that it's four in the evening. It's beyond the time she stays in office and I can tell it upsets her incredibly.

"Did you have to be somewhere?" I ask and she nods so I question further, "Do you have to go right now?"

She shakes her head, "No, it's been taken care of. But I'll leave soon." She says, rubbing her temples.

It looks like she'll almost cry which makes me scowl as I move towards her and when I reach a foot away, I wrap my arms around her to which she closes more distance between us and keeps her head at my chest.

"I'm a horrible person." She sighs and I remove her hair from her eyes.

"No, you're not. But if you want to talk about whatever's bothering you, I'm here to listen." I say and she nods, stepping away.

"Can you please get something to eat? I'll set the tv channels by then." She suggests and I nod.

I microwave the frozen pizza and get a packet of wafers. By the time I get in the bedroom, she's sitting cross legged and staring at the flat screen.

"Friends?" I arch an eyebrow and she smiles.

"Need something to lighten up the mood."

We eat through an entire episode and then set the dirty dishes aside on the table. By the ten minutes in the next episode, her head is at my shoulder as she's smiling at the screen. I know this probably is the worst time to bring this up but I need to have this conversation sooner or later.

"Diana, can I ask you something?" I speak, turning the volume of television down a little and that grabs her attention as she looks up at me with a worried expression.

"Yeah, what's up?" She asks, lifting her head from my chest and sitting up straight.

"Before I start this, I just want you to know that I'm not asking you this out of rudeness or curiosity, but because I want us to be able to talk about things without judging each other. And also because, I want you to trust me." I say and she frowns.

"You're scaring me, tell me what is it?"

"I saw the scars."

Her brows furrow together in confusion at first but once she lets my words sink in, she immediately looks away.

"What are you talking about?" She stutters, trying to concentrate her attention on the television.

As much as I want to turn it off, I don't. Rather I talk to her patiently, "Like I said, no judgment and no forcing you to talk about it. I just want you to know that you can trust me with whatever it is, Diana. I want to know you, all of you, flaws and perfections."

She sighs as she unconsciously moves her finger across one of her scar on her upper thigh. "They're from years ago."

"Did someone else-"

The way she starts shaking her head cuts me off, "No, no one else."

"You did it to yourself?"

She nods to my question, not meeting my eyes as she fixes her eyes on the wall in front of her.

I can't help but question her, "Do you still-"

"No no no." She finally meets my eyes, "I don't do it anymore. It was a bad time, Aaron. I was a different person."

Her tone of voice clearly conveys how uncomfortable she is talking about it, as if she has never discussed it with anyone before. But how can anyone ignore the amount of scars she has on her body? Her hands have the lightest of them, but her upper thighs and stomach cover a lot. And I know for a fact that I'm not the first guy to see her naked. The thought doesn't pleases me, but it definitely makes me wonder how can anyone neglect looking at it.

"Do you want to talk about why?" I ask, testing the water around her. I don't want to push her too much.

She shakes her head, "No, not tonight." She gives me a tight lipped smile and I nod.

I scoot closer and wrap my arms around her, almost fearing her reaction but I sigh when she keeps her head back at my chest and takes in a deep breath. I press my lips against her forehead and hold her tightly in my embrace.

Whatever her past holds of, I know for a fact that it wasn't pleasant. But I did realise something today, the person she shows to the world is the girl she has forced herself to develop into. She's better than that, much more beautiful soul than I already know of.

Xx

I do not in any way support self harm or promote it. In fact, I stand highly against it. My story isn't a way of romanticising any kind of mental illness, it's just the necessity of the plot for my character's development.

If you're in any kind of such problem, I beg of you to please seek help or just talk to someone about it. My DM is always open for everyone 24x7.

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