AIDAN

A shiver ran down my spine.

I was nervous, like a kid getting caught red-handed—no point denying it.

I’d rather face a dozen hostile males than deal with the raised brow of the black-haired woman in front of me.

Damn, she’s basically a mature version of my Nyx.

"Well… I…"

I raised my hand to scratch my hair, wondering how to subtly tell her I’d already eaten her daughter’s peach.

"No need to explain—I’d have to be an idiot not to know I’m out of virgin daughters."

My mother-in-law said as