“Stop! Aiden. Please.” I beg and he stops. Thinking. I wait and then he turns back to face me and starts walking over to me as I pat the ground next to me. He sits down next to me and now I can see his face, thanks to the moonlight. He's completely drunk, but it's kind of turning me on of how much of a bad boy he is. He doesn't say a word, just looks me over. He's sitting like guys do. His legs are bent and his arms are resting on top of his knees, his hands holding the beer bottle. “I tried to call you.” I say.

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