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Bella had been looking forward to training with Aiden all week. Her excitement had morphed into something almost with a life of its own, and it had taken up every single second she could spare.
When she passed him in the hallway early in the morning, she couldn’t hide the grin which crept onto her face. When Aiden took her hand and placed a soft kiss on the knuckles, she nearly melted into his touch.
“Good morning, Bella,” he whispered, his voice still drowsy from sleep, or lack thereof.
“Good morning, Aiden,” she replied, practically bouncing on her heels. Aiden tilted his head slightly, not realising why she looked like she was about to launch herself into the atmosphere, propelled by nothing else other than her own anxiety which was bubbling up inside her.
“Is there something
