Aiden's POV
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I snapped, my voice thick with annoyance as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"What am I doing?" Ragnar muttered, his voice slurred and heavy. He reached out blindly, his hand brushing against my jacket. "I am kissing you. Like we always did. You know, you can actually be handsome sometimes."
"Don't try that shit ever again, Ragnar, or I will break your nose," I warned, irritation radiating off me.
Ragnar let out a dry, self-deprecating laugh, and I could see the sudden sheen of tears in his eyes. "Of course you also don't want me. I mean, you never liked me, right? You used me and tossed me away. I was just your sex doll. You know, for a minute, I actually thought maybe I would be your fated mate. I thought you wouldn't be able to ever let me go." He shook his head, his chin trembling. "I was so fucking stupid."
I stared at him, my brow furrowing. What the hell has gotten into him?
