Aiden grinned once more, releasing my hands and turning me to sit next to him on the bench. He leaned closer, resting his head against my shoulder. "This is nice," he muttered after a moment. My heart skipped a beat. Nice...wasn't quite the word I'd used to describe our relationship either, I thought, biting my bottom lip. "Yeah," I whispered quietly. It was. For the first time since I arrived in England, I wasn't worried that someone was going to kill me or try to kidnap me. Instead, I was content. Content with everything. So relaxed, so happy....and it felt great. Just great.
Aiden reached over and held my hand as we both sat silently, gazing at the crowds surrounding us. It was like magic being able to see this scene again. Seeing people walk down the streets, seeing people live their
