Aspen.
Aiden’s scent filled my senses, an intoxicating blend of pine and musk, and I struggled not to melt in his arms. Every fibre of my being ached to respond, but I remained frozen, my heart pounding with overwhelming emotions. I had loved him deeply in my past life, and despite everything, that love still burned brightly within me. The pain of never being able to have him was unbearable, a constant ache in my chest. His touch was comforting, a bittersweet reminder of what I could never truly possess. I wanted him more than anything, but I knew he wasn’t mine to have.
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to his body. His breath was warm against my neck as he whispered my name, "Aspen." His lips brushed against my skin in a tender kiss, and I clenched my jaw to hold back
