I Hate Myself For Loving You
"What do you want?" asked Anya.
She was currently sitting on Aiden's lap. Her hands grabbed Aiden's shoulders to balance herself, while Aiden hugged her waist and rested his head against Anya's chest.
"I want to hug you like this. Feel your warmth near me," Aiden said in a low voice.
"Do you think I'll be fooled with that sweet mouth of yours at a time like this?" said Anya.
Aiden just smiled at his annoyed little cat. He looked at Anya who was still stubborn in his arms. The man could understand why his wife was acting like that.
Aiden knew what Anya was thinking.