The Unorthodox Life of Aaliyah Kaye Marx

The Unorthodox Life of Aaliyah Kaye Marx (15)

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I lay awake that night ... Thinking about him, about how right he felt on my lips. Just a kiss, nothing more. Even though I sat, naked on his lap for over an hour, he made no move to deepen the kiss, kept his hands on my waist.

After that, he had carried me home, came in my room the back way, one-handedly scaling the trellis leading up to my balcony while I clutched onto his neck.

"Just admit it already Kaden - after what just happened you can't deny it any longer."

"No - after what just happened, it further strengthens my point on you wanting me - and I'm not going to stop until I get you Ali." He winked and walked back out to my balcony, swinging himself over the marble banister.

The vivid image of his sparkling grey eyes, peering into my own navy ones as he departed, were ingrained onto the backs of my eyelids, every time I closed them, that's all I could see.

I sighed and sat up. There was no way I was getting any sleep tonight - I just couldn't get comfortable. I slipped out of bed and pulled on some black converse before traipsing downstairs, making sure to stomp my feet as I walked past Jay's door. I heard him groan from within and smiled, carrying on quietly past Ty's and Graham's rooms.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes - I shouldn't have taken that nap on the pier today ... I stepped outside and stretched - the stars still shone brightly above and the half-moons light flooded the street. Even without that light I would have been able to see well enough - my night vision was perfect now.

I glanced over at the darkened windows of the Strutts' house ... And an idea suddenly came to mind. I ran back into my own house, gathering supplies and dressing up in my sneaking around clothes (a black hoody and black gloves over my pyjama shorts and tank top) and crawled back over to the twins' house. I glanced up at the windows above me and picked the one on the right - hoping desperately that I had picked the right bedroom.

Grasping the lipstick firmly between my teeth I took several steps back and ran towards the window, jumping I managed to grasp the ledge with both hands. Saliva dripped down my face as the lipstick was still clamped between my teeth and I couldn't close my mouth.

My arms groaned in protest as I hauled my body up onto the thick ledge, I slid one fingernail under the window lock, testing it. Locked. Holding onto the ledge with one hand, I rested my elbow on the sill whilst pulling a pin from my hair. There's always a tonne of pins in my hair - you never know when you may need them, plus they make anyone's hair look fabulous.

I slid the pin in the lock while keeping myself balanced on my elbows, my bare feet rested against the rough wall beneath me - and my right hand was busy pulling the lock up with another pin, so the left pin could twist inside.

Both my elbows started to go numb and I was about to give up and try my luck with the back door when I heard a faint click and the glass in the window shuddered. I left both pins in the lock and slowly slid up the window, moving only my wrists as my forearms were what was keeping my on the sill. I slipped my left hand inside and shoved the window up as silently as possible with my right.

I heaved and dragged myself through the window, springing silently back onto my feet. I knew I had the right room because his scent invaded my senses. It was so strong in here - my mind swirled and I shut my eyes tight, sucking in a deep breath quietly, finding my bearings.

Sure enough, I could make out the vague outline of a slumbering body in a huge four-poster bed at the other side of the room. I could make out the hallway door, right across from me and what I assumed were the en-suite and closet doors were a little to my right, the lay-out of his room was very like my own except there was no balcony.