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My mouth falls open, so does Colin’s. I was expectingeverything. I was counting on Miles backing out of this, him kissing the only woman I have ever had genuine feelings for, or fuck, Miles trying to kiss himself using a mirror. But I was not expecting him to kiss Grey.
And I definitely wasn’t expecting their kiss to last as long as it does.
We play a couple more rounds after that but then Miles decides it’s time for him to leave and get Brooke to sleep in her own bed rather than mine. Before he goes to get upstairs Miles mumbles something about him not wanting to ruinmynight.
Not quite sure what he means by that, but I sure hope to find out.
Once Miles and Brooke left, that stupid app decides to come up with worse dares. Dares like “Striptease for Grey”.
Guess whose dare it is. Right, Sofia’s.
Now guess who doesnotlike the dare at all. Right, me.
Colin turns on some music at the same time as Sofia gets up and makes her way around the coffee table to Grey. As soon as she stands in front of him, every single brain cell of mine screams at me to do something.
So I get up, throw Sofia over my shoulder, and carry her upstairs into my bedroom, despite her efforts to get me to let her down.
21
Aaron
“every time we talk, it just hurts so bad / ‘cause I don’t even know what we are”—That Way by Tate McRae
I close the door behind uswhen we enter my bedroom.
Sofia is still trying to fight me, but I couldn’t give more fucks right now. If she wants to strip in front of a friend of mine, she shall do so without me being around. As we established, if I am around, I will do everything in my power to stop this from happening.
I throw Sofia on my bed, her back hitting the mattress. Before she gets the chance to get up and run, I’m quick to hover over her, pinching her arms over her head with one hand while holding myself up with the other.
“Aaron, let me go.”
“No,” I bite out, my head dipping down until my lips are a breath away from hers. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Sofia?”
“With me!” She moves her legs around, desperately trying to get out from underneath me. “You’re the one holding—”
I cover her lips with mine to shut her up. Not the best thing to do, but the only thing I could think of with an alcohol-induced brain.
Her lips are the softest I’ve ever felt against mine. Earlier she tasted like cherries, now she tastes like liquor, but not bad at all. I could kiss her forever and never get bored.
I’m not sure what kind of spell she has cast over me, but I am certain I’ve been bewitched. No normal person would be this crazy about someone they’ve once known, once liked.
It’s not healthy, I’m sure of that, but I can’t help but want to have her around me. I can’t help but want to taste her on my tongue, want to feel her skin on mine, want her in my life, give her my heart and never let her leave me ever again.
I want to know everything about her. Does she have allergies? What’s her favorite color? Does she prefer eggs or pancakes in the morning? Would she rather go out at daytime or at night? Does she sleep with her hair up or down? I even want to know whether she still does a happy dance when she eats her favorite food or not.
Like I said, I want to know everything about her.
But that’s impossible if she won’t let me get to know her.
Sofia is as much interested in me as I am in her. I know she is. If she weren’t, Sofia wouldn’t still be kissing me. She wouldn’t push her tongue into my mouth, or groan at the loss when I pull my lips away from hers.
But alright, she wants to pretend she doesn’t feel the same way I feel about her, nothing I can do about that. I can, however, pretend to be just as uninterested in her.
But not now. Right now, I need to find out if she’s as affected by me as I am by her.
Slowly, I move the hand that was holding hers, down her body, aiming to get under her skirt. If she wanted me to stop, she’d have enough time to tell me. But Sofia doesn’t speak, she only gasps when my fingers graze the curve of her breast. Her breath coming out more ragged the farther my hands slide down.
My dick is pressing against my zipper, threatening to poke right through my pants. I can tell the moment she feels my erection press against her thigh because she lets out a soft breath that could be considered a moan.
