Chapter 11 Paparazzi

• Carol’s POV
• Aiden and I fall onto the couch in a rush of sudden passion. We aren’t able to pull each other’s clothes off fast enough. Our bodies ache to touch once again, and soon enough, they do.
• The kiss turns into something more languid and heated as Aiden flips us over, holding me against the couch. The intensity of his touch is even more palpable when I’m sober. He presses his fingers between my legs, slowly working me up until I can’t bear to wait a moment longer.