"Are you waiting for me?" Aiden asked while looking at Anya gently.

"No, I'm sleepy. Go to sleep!" Anya pulled the blanket over her face that was flushed with shame.

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Aiden laughed seeing her. He stretched out his hand and stroked Anya's head. "I will be right back."

Anya didn't dare to move. She curled up inside the blanket and didn't dare make a sound.

Only after Aiden's voice was no longer heard did her head poke out of the blanket to peek.

Aiden went into the bathroom. He showered quickly and changed into casual home clothes.

When the man came out of the bathroom, he saw Anya's face lit up by the light. Her face looked white and tiny, as if it could break if someone touched it.

Anya closed her eyes, looking like she was sleeping. But Aiden could feel her panic.

His hand moved on its own, gently holding Anya's chin. When she felt Aiden's touch, Anya immediately turned her head shyly.

Aiden ignored her attempt to avoid him and lowered his face to kiss her in the eye. Then he kissed her forehead, cheeks, and nose…

Anya closed her eyes and her cheeks blushed when she was hit by the incessant kissing attack. "Aiden..."

"Call me husband!" Aiden chuckled in her ear. The warm breath from his lips brushed the skin on Anya's neck, like a gentle breeze.

"I'm tired," she really meant it. Anya couldn't keep up with Aiden's stamina anymore.

The man seemed not to listen to Anya's words and stared at her lips closely. Suddenly, he remembered their time on the island.

Every night on the island, they made love to each other.

They spent each night loving one another.

They spent each night making up for the two years they had missed.

Aiden lowered his head and chewed Anya's lips.

Anya saw Aiden's body towering over her, like a solid mountain. No matter what she did, she wouldn't be able to push the mountain away.

Anya had mixed feelings inside. There was joy, worry, anxiety, and fear.

Since she was so scared, Anya's hand unconsciously grabbed Aiden's chest, as if she was considering whether to push him or not.

Aiden didn't know what had happened to himself.

Why couldn't he control himself whenever he was with her?

Their eyes met each other, as if they didn't want to be separated. Finally, Anya decided to give up on her feelings.

She closed her eyes and accepted Aiden.

"Do you want to go abroad with me for a few days?" Aiden asked her.

Anya was shocked to hear that. She did not expect Aiden to invite her to go abroad.

But at the same time, Anya was afraid to answer it. If she continued to be with Aiden, maybe she would bend her knees to her feelings and decide to accept him back.

"You're going abroad for work, not on vacation. It's inappropriate for me to come. Plus, I have to prepare myself for the perfume competition. You don't want me to lose, do you?" Anya said calmly.

"Then, next time," Aiden held Anya's face and locked her lips again.

He didn't let go until Anya was out of breath.

Aiden felt his whole body heating up. His big hands hugged the woman beneath him tightly, erasing the distance between them, as if they wanted to unite.

"Anya, I love you!" Aiden muttered. His gaze seemed to deepen.

He chewed her lips softly, as if trying to calm the restlessness in Anya's heart, erasing her doubts.

Anya felt happiness that she had never felt before. For the past two years, she never felt complete because it turned out that a part of her that went missing was in Aiden.

Could she really be this happy?

Anya closed her eyes and decided to enjoy this happiness, regardless if this was just imaginary or real. It didn't matter whether this happiness would last temporarily or forever…

Aiden's big hand held Anya's waist, while the other hand held the back of her head. He looked like he wanted to protect Anya with his body, shielding her from whatever was out there.

He was not in a hurry, he didn't get carried away by his own lust.

The most important thing for him was Anya's happiness and satisfaction.

As soon as he saw Anya starting to open up to him, Aiden began to guide her patiently. His hand that was holding her waist began to fall, caressing her thigh. Meanwhile, his other hand tried to take off the pajamas Anya was wearing.

He did it very carefully, waiting for every reaction from the woman he loved.

He didn't want to hurt Anya… He didn't want to do what she didn't want him to do…

If Anya refused and pushed him away, maybe he would immediately run to the bathroom and finish his own 'business' with cold water.

But Anya didn't refuse. Her hand that rested on Aiden's chest slightly gripped his shirt, trying to pull his body closer, as if the man wasn't close enough to her embrace.

Anya's eyes were closed, but her face looked very peaceful. There was no fear, no worries…

She was with Aiden, the man who loved her so much, and the man who would never hurt her.

Aiden took off Anya's clothes, and then began to take off his own.

One by one, their clothes began to fall and lay on the cold floor. From clothes, pants, and then underwear.

Not a sheet of thin cloth remained on them.

Their skin brushed off against each other, as if to share warmth.

Aiden's hands explored every detail of Anya's body, a body he never forgot from his memory.

He understood every inch of it, the body of the woman he loved.

He knew very well all the places where Anya could feel pleasure.

Not only did his hands begin to explore, his lips also moved. Slowly but surely, Aiden began to trace Anya's body as if trying to burn her image in his mind.

Their night was still very long, Aiden was so patient and enjoying their time.

Their breathing started to catch up, heartbeats racing one another. The room, which was originally quiet, began to be filled with pleasant moaning and groaning sounds.

Sweat started flowing from their bodies, but they didn't care.

The heat from their bodies proved that they still wanted each other.

So much was their desire to be together that their hearts burned.

Anya felt her body drifting even more. No more doubts, no more fear.

All she felt was pleasure…

When they were united, they perfectly became one, as if they had never been separated at all.

As if their two years of separation had never happened.

It was as if their two years of separation was just a nightmare.

Aiden dropped his body on top of Anya, while still holding his weight.

Anya gasped for breath underneath him. Her eyes looked misty, staring upward with a dreamy gaze.

Aiden tried to catch his breath and buried his head in Anya's neck, smelling the scent he missed.

Looking at the beautiful neck with tiny hairs stuck in sweat, Aiden couldn't help kissing her.

He chewed Anya's neck, he wanted to leave a trace of his love here and there but he was worried that Anya would be angry so he gave up his mind.

Then he kissed Anya's ear, making her relaxing body tense up again.

Aiden's hand started to go up and landed on Anya's breast, he squeezed and played with them gently.

Anya could feel that something suddenly 'got bigger' again.

"Again?" Anya asked wide-eyed.

It seemed that it would be a very long night for them...