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Aria's desire

I’m an idiot. I’m such an idiot. Why am I back here? I wished that I didn’t know the answer. It’s so simple, yet so freaking complicated. Love. I love him. I’m in love with him. He says he loves me back and while I doubt that, he definitely can’t keep away... Why does it take more than love to maintain a healthy relationship? I wish that Colton would just man up and tell my brother that we are together. I wish that he’d stop with this hot and cold bull shit and make up his fucking mind. I shouldn’t keep coming back to him and giving him what he wants without him having to work for it. Colt is the asshole who keeps going out and flirting with girls, and maybe even sleeping with them while we have this thing between us. Sure, we have never slept together and never had an official relationship status so I have no real reason to be mad at him. But it does make me furious, not that I know anything with one hundred per cent certainty; just gossip that I glean from my brother’s and Colt’s teammates. He kisses me and stares longingly at me and communicates with me through looks and he can’t keep himself away from me despite the fact that he keeps saying that my brother will kill him and our lives are too different - blah, blah, blah. Agitation was all I felt when I knocked on the front door to Colton’s apartment. Mostly I felt angry at myself for turning up here and giving him what he wants. I could try and be angry or snarky but it would fade the second his green eyes landed on me. ...

... The door pulled open and the tension that tightened my shoulders loosened. I hate that Colt is so gorgeous. He was tall and lean-muscled with coffee coloured hair that tumbles just over his forehead (presently messy from sleep) and tattoos covering the length of one of his muscular arms. His shoulders were broad, his currently bare chest smattered with dark hairs. I lifted my eyes to his face and saw that square, stubbled jaw and full sensuous lips, long eyelashes surrounding his deep green eyes. Then there was that straight, slightly broad nose. I’ve never been so attracted to anyone in my eighteen years and I became aware of boys at a fairly early age. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest at the sight of Colt in nothing but last season’s football shorts. He stepped aside and indicated towards the lounge room with one of his big hands. I was relieved that the house seemed empty as I walked towards the lounge room with its flat screen TV and comfortable leather couch. It was nine in the morning; if someone had slept over than they would probably still be here. “Who are you looking for, Aria?” Colt asked in his low, deep voice. I answered bluntly, without thinking of the repercussions. “The signs of the sluts that all the boys brag about you screwing.” “Are you jealous?” I perched on the arm of the chair with my arms crossed. He leaned against the wall next to the door that led to the kitchen, staring at me with an expression on his face that I couldn’t read. My blond hair ...