Rose's Dirty Secret

Nelly

I nodded like some love-struck newlywed—reluctant to let her man leave for work—as Aiden started getting dressed. I'd already told him I could handle being around his mother, so now all I could do was sit there, watching him pull clothes over that annoyingly perfect body.

And honestly? It was obnoxiously sexy.

I hadn't realized just how badly I craved someone. Not just anyone—a man like Aiden. Or maybe just Aiden, period. Because something about the way he moved, the quiet confidence in how he adjusted his cuffs and smoothed his shirt, made me want to drag him right back into bed.

He stood in front of the mirror, threading his tie like he'd done it a thousand times—and I couldn't look away.

"I think Jack's downstairs now," I murmured from under the blanket, voice muffled by how tightly I'd pulled it around myself.

"Huh," Aiden replied, glancing over his shoulder with a half-smile. "You're up already?"