Backup Girl No More Adios to my V-card and My First Love (Brooklyn) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I jerked awake to find that familiar jaw and throat above me.

His scent enveloped me – that cedar cologne he loved, now mixed with a faint trace of unfamiliar citrus. Probably Madison’s perfume.

I’d almost forgotten Aiden knew my door code.

Seeing I was awake, he leaned down with that cocky smile, trying to kiss me.

I panicked, turning my head away and shoving him back, scrambling to the other side of my bed.

“Playing shy now? After last night?” he chuckled.

I stayed silent, pulling the comforter over my head.

He started tugging at it. “Really, Brooklyn? No goodnight text and your phone off? Since when do you ghost me?”

Before I could stop him, he slipped under the covers and pulled me against him.

“Come on, we’ve talked about skipping breakfast. I went on an early run just to get those chocolate croissants from that French bakery you love. Waited in line forever.” His voice dropped lower. “Though we could always… work up an appetite first…”

His breath was hot on my skin, his hands starting to wander.

Finally coming to my senses, I struggled against him. But at 5’4“, I was no match for his 6’2” frame.

I couldn’t understand why he was even here. He had Madison now – why couldn’t he just leave me alone?

“What’s wrong? Mad I didn’t take you to the party? That’s what this is about?”

I remained silent.

He buried his face in my neck, laughing. “Let me guess – Maya snitched about the party games? It was just Truth or Dare, babe. Why are you so jealous? You’ve always been like this – getting all moody whenever I talk to other girls.”

Fury surged through me. Remembering that self–defense class, I drove my knee up between his legs and bolted from the bed when he doubled over.

“Brooklyn!” he growled through clenched teeth, face red with pain.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Who do you think you are? We hook up once and suddenly you think you own me? You’re suffocating me!”

His voice had never been so harsh.

Instantly, tears streamed down my face, yesterday’s humiliation and pain flooding back.

Aiden seemed startled by my reaction, suddenly awkward.

“Sorry, I was drunk last night. I shouldn’t have snapped.”

He crouched beside me, reaching to wipe my tears, but I flinched away.

He froze, hand suspended mid–air.

His phone buzzed. One glance at the screen and his expression changed completely.

“I have to go. Cool off, okay? We’re starting college soon – you need to grow up. No one likes drama.” .,