Margo Fawn & the Contagious Missing Delirium - 1

(Bonus chapter 4) AIDEN WILDER - DENIAL CLIFF & NEGATION PIT

"Did you really write that for me?" she asked, with my wired hands around her.

Fine, I could say it out loud one more time if it would splinter her repudiation. "Margo Fawn, I like you and I know you like me too." The change in my breath and voice was unintentional. She had that effect on me. Being that close to her made me do a lot of unintentional and instinctual things.

"No... I don't." Who was she kidding? We all knew she couldn't freaking lie.

"Oh! Really? Why haven't you moved away then?" I would do anything to just get her to admit it. A strand of her hair wandered on her right temple, down her ear.

"What?" Catching her in a lie was real fun.

"If you don't like me, you would have punched me in the face now or would have used your pepper spray on me. If you don't like me, you wouldn't block my thoughts. You would just address those and move on. If you don't like me, you wouldn't react like you experienced a jolt of electricity every time I touch you accidentally." I pushed her a little further on the denial cliff by giving the reasons. I knew Margo. I knew her well that she wouldn't allow her to be in a situation like this. She had always hated the feeling of being trapped.

"How do you know I blocked thoughts about you?" Damnit. She caught me there. If it weren't for Verena, I wouldn't have come this far on this denial game.

"So, I am right? You have been denying yourself that you don't like me." I brushed off her question with my question and also provided an answer.

"More like I was blocking your thoughts, not to get confused." That was her first step out of the negation cave, but I knew she wouldn't take another step because Margo's stubborn and I have always loved it.

"Are you confused now?" I asked with the ice on my heart that had been there for some time now and it wasn't icing my pain, just hurting me slow and miserable.

"Maybe," she said, standing on the ridge between her denial and my misery. I started to smile at my small victory.

"Am I confusing you now?" I took an infinitesimal step toward her because anytime now she could fall off the cliff.

"Am I confusing you now?" What was she doing to me with her brown eyes, playing satirical with my misery? And yet I had the desire to not let her go.

"Margo, you have no idea."

Christ! Did she not have a clue of her effect on me? How badly I wanted her to be mine and how badly I wanted to kiss the truth out of her impeccably pink lips. I was closer that I felt her breath change gears. If I let her out, she would plummet straight into her negation pit. There was no way I was going to let that happen. That one digressed strand of her hair on her glowing olive skin beckoned the tips of my fingers to tuck it away. She presented goosebumps to my touch. I took her cheeks, molding into my hands, bringing closer to my lips. My control seized when she kissed me back. Glad that she took the leap from the cliff and fell into my feelings. I was ready for this. So I grabbed her tight against my chest and kissed her more like her lips were the ticket to a place only I was allowed and I was addicted to it already. Something fiery began to tumble out of my lips and body. A side effect of keeping the feelings under control and hidden and I pulled back. I couldn't kiss her like that, could I? I wasn't the impulsive type, but lately that's all I had been and though I liked it to a level that scared me, I wanted to hear her say she wanted it.

"I am sorry." I said, taking a moment to catch my breath. "I am sorry," I said again to make sure she heard me through my laboured breath.

"Why?" she asked, taking a step toward, and it took a lot of everything in me not to sprint toward her.

"I kind of lost myself there." I pointed at the cupboard. "I am sorry if I have offended you. I've liked you for so long now. I've wanted to kiss you for some time now," I admitted the maniac desire I had loaded in me.

"Then do it...," she said. Her breathy voice was all the motivation I needed to pin her pressed against the cupboard and my body.

Her skin enticed my fingertips and I let it wander slow and light. The instinctual action kicked in and I let my hands wander around her torso. She gasped at my instinct and I consumed it by going deeper with holding her face and slightly, her neck. Her neck was irresistible, but I had to not go for it. Not now. Not today. To keep my control in check, I tried leaning down more, pulling her fragile softness tight and tighter. When she hooked her fingers in my hair, the desire in me came out as a gruff. Just her fingers slightly tugging against my hair was enough to thaw the ice in my heart.

Irsia called both our phones. She freed her lips from mine. Good thing she did, because I don't think I had it in me to break the kiss.

"We should stop," she said with a really cute, coy giggle.

When she packed her things to leave, I asked her to wipe off the smudged lip stain that she wore every day. I didn't want Elec and Irsia to know about us. Not yet. Elec would probably kill me. She had always hated me because she thought I was a potential threat and that I could break Margo's heart. How do I tell her that my only intention was keeping Margo safe and just mine? Selfish of me? Maniac of me? A mad obsession? I just couldn't find a measure of what I had for her and I wasn't going to draw a line, circle or anything geometric. I couldn't mark it into any geometry or map it into a geographical boundary. There was no boundary. I wasn't going to be a loser who lost her.

"There is the Aiden Wilder I like." Finally, she relented. The thawing was set to a speed, with a slow-burning fire around my arteries.

Later that afternoon, I found a jewelry store at the other end of the town. I waited for the designer to engrave our initials to the tiny turquoise heart that danced in the silver bracelet. I first had my eyes on something rose gold. My sister always loved everything rose gold. Then I saw that silver bracelet with a turquoise heart dangling in it, there was nothing that Margo would love more than turquoise. The designer brought the bracelet to me with the initials MA on it. Now, I just had to figure out which was the right time to give her the bracelet.

END OF AIDEN WILDER's POV

**THE END**

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