Viola felt like she was in a dream. She barely even registered Gavin's kiss, and seemed to stare as he snuck out the room. Her eyes drifted to the bathroom door, and she felt her chest begin to tighten, as though she was waiting for a serial killer to appear through that door instead of Aidan. The reality began to set in; Aidan was convinced she had wanted him...and for a brief moment there, she did. The moment he pinned her wrists, she'd inhaled sharply, unable to deny the arousal to that action.
But...she couldn't help but start to feel like she was cheating on Gavin with Aidan - which was ridiculous! She married Aidan. And yet, that was how she felt. But looking again to the door, she had to sigh. He'd tried. He'd actually tried to be what she wanted, and she'd snubbed him. It almost made her wish that Gavin had never showed up to save her this emotional confusion. It was mortifying to suddenly realise how terrible she was being to Aidan - so much that he was going to Hera for comfort! Arsehole!
She brought her arm up, covering her face and slowing down her breathing, trying to control her thoughts as she laid there. She would be married to Aidan for a long time, if not forever. Her life was over. And right now, she was miserable. But why? She had a husband that didn't pressure her for anything, she didn't have to deal with Dorian, she could sleep and fall in love with Gavin. What was there not to like? Perhaps...everything? She was married to a man she had never even given a chance to, and perhaps what was making her so miserable was her of self-destructive behaviour. She was allowing herself to continue this bullshit affair with Gavin despite knowing she would never truly be with him; he would find a wife, and she knew for a fact he would sleep with her more than just for children. And eventually...even Aidan would find a mistress, Viola was sure. If she never eased up somewhat, he would stop trying all together.
She didn't love Aidan; she didn't know if she ever would...but maybe just this once, she could try to. Just to see. Steadily, she began to sit up and get off the bed, stepping toward the bathroom. Taking a breath, she knocked on the door, and then opened it. She'd seen him before, but it had been a long time.
"I've been aching too." She spoke up, looking up at him.