Being with Aiden tended to influence me to forget about time. Cautious not to additionally aggravate my muscle, I gradually started to limp toward my telephone. "Poo, Tess. You truly hurt yourself," Aiden said as he helped me to the kitchen. "I'm certain it's nothing." I waved him off, albeit each progression sent white-hot chips of torment down my leg. When we achieved the kitchen, Aiden let me go and strolled to my ice chest, opening it and dodging his head in. He was so charming when he scavenged for sustenance.