It’s 12:46 a.m. the next day and I’m getting ready to go see my little brother in school for visiting day. Aiden stalks right behind me, adjusting his collar with sharp, impatient movements. “ That shirt is too damn low, sweetheart.I know how well you look with hickeys all over your neck.No one is going to be seeing you like that. Not even your own damn brother.” I ignore him,wearing my black hoodie over the shirt. “Happy now?” He lets out a rough exhale through his nose—his gaze flickering over me intently as he circles me slowly, taking in every detail. When he comes to a stop in front of me,his fingers reach out to grab my chin—tugging me closer until he's staring right into my eyes. “Good. Don’t think it’s enough to keep me distracted though, sweetheart… you and that hoodie look

