Chapter Seven

Luna couldn’t assist however be impressed with the unfold that had been specified by entrance of her from the trolley that had been pushed inside by a white-coated chef, a person Aiden had referred to as Ned.

She accepted the freshly squeezed citrus mix that Aiden poured from a jug right into a glass. “Thanks.” She took a sip of the sweetly acidic drink. “I can see why you keep right here if that is what you get to look ahead to each morning.”

He nodded and smiled. “Most mornings I’ve a smoothie despatched to me, however I do wish to take pleasure in a beneficiant breakfast a number of occasions every week.”

She leaned ahead and took some toast off a plate, then ladled some scrambled eggs on prime, earlier than she then took a crispy rasher of bacon and a few slices of avocado. “I feel it’s honest to say you labored up an urge for food this morning.”

He cocked a darkish forehead. “We each did.”

She laughed, as a lot from embarrassment as settlement. She’d been a intercourse fiend final evening, having fun with the ache as a lot because the pleasure. Someway the bodily ache had been good after all of the emotional trauma she’d skilled. She’d wanted to be reminded that this man wasn’t a pleasant man, regardless of what number of good recollections she shared with him.

The final reminiscence had been a vicious assault to her senses, and it was ceaselessly etched into her thoughts. She’d been so naïve, so harmless and trusting. She’d believed in him, had religion he’d by no means damage her.

That he’d completed irreparable injury to her psyche after that breakup wasn’t one thing he wanted to know. She wouldn’t give him that type of energy. Not once more. She was completed being the sufferer. This time she was in management. She referred to as the pictures.

“We did,” she acknowledged, then pronged a bit of her avocado together with her fork and took a fragile chunk. She ignored him for a couple of minutes as she ate, having fun with the silky-smooth texture of the inexperienced fruit, and the nice and cozy golden style of farm contemporary eggs on sourdough toast.

Every little thing was excellent. He was excellent.

Besides she knew higher now.

She needed to remind herself of that each single minute she spent with him earlier than she despatched him to his knees, then walked away from him for good.

Do you actually assume you are able to do that in every week?

Up to now so good. She’d already crossed the primary hurdle. That he hadn’t gotten rid of her after their first evening collectively and wished extra from her, was all going in line with plan.

He helped himself to some sausages and eggs, together with a few of the toasted sourdough, then ate with unselfconscious gusto.

She swallowed, then allowed herself a second to look at her nemesis. Aiden had lived his entire life with this zest for all times. When he wished one thing—or somebody—he went after it wholeheartedly and with out remorse.

Maybe that was why she’d at all times felt so…protected. He’d sheltered her in that bubble of want, made her consider she was his entire universe and would at all times be part of his life. But he’d walked away from her with out wanting again, leaving her behind crammed with remorse and sufficient emotional wreckage to scar her for all times.

He leaned again, his plate empty, however his urge for food apparently happy, regardless of the array of meals nonetheless in entrance of him. He knew when to cease. When sufficient was sufficient.

Was that how he’d felt together with her all these years in the past? Had she change into an excessive amount of for him? Had he realized monogamy wasn’t what he wished in his future? Or had he merely realized she wasn’t who he wished in his future?

“Are you okay?”

She startled at his voice. “Ah, sure.” She compelled a smile, her urge for food instantly non-existent. She put her fork down beside her plate. “Why is that?”

“You simply regarded…one million miles away.”

She cleared her throat. “Yeah, properly. That is…so much, you realize?”

He nodded. “Sure, I assume it’s.” He grew much more somber. “You don’t have any regrets?”

Hell, no.

She stopped herself from blurting out an aggressive reply. She wasn’t a vengeful particular person, however giving him a style of his personal drugs whereas clearing her thoughts from the previous in order that she had a future to look ahead to was crucial. She hadn’t come all this manner, gone via soul-altering intercourse with a person she hated, to again out now. “After all not. I wouldn’t have agreed to remain if I regretted being right here with you.”

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