Page 78 of Eight Weeks
When we pull away from our kiss, Aaron hands me a piece of folded paper. I honestly expect him to just hand me an empty paper or read words my mind will wish I have never read. God knows what his mouth says when he’s in a certain mood.
Before I even get to read what it says, I have one more question I need answered. “Do you think this dress is too revealing?”
I’m not sure what he has planned for tonight, but I’d rather not enter anywhere fancy with tons of old mediocre white men staring at my boobs the entire time. Or get off on the slit that goes up my leg. Who even knows what these people consider as getting-off material?
“Who cares?” He reaches a hand up to my face, tugging a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m tall and know how to fight. Someone looks at you a little too long, I intimidate them. Someone touches you, I punch them.”
Aaron’s hot breath rolls over my skin, tickling with electricity on the surface.
“Wear whatever you want, Icicle. I’ll look out for you.” No doubt he would.
Finally, I look down at the paper in my hands, and what I read instead of the nasty nothings I had in mind, only makes me want to cry happy tears.
“You’re the most beautiful, most incredible and most annoying girl in the whole world.”
“Most annoying?” I look up at him, raising my eyebrows.
Aaron shrugs a little unbothered, though he keeps a smile on his face. “Yeah, you’re a restless sleeper, you know? You tend to kick me during the night.”
Now, he may suffer the consequences for his words by feeling my hands slap against his chest repetitively.
It doesn’t last very long because Aaron’s quick to stop me, pressing both my hands against his chest rather than have me slap him. My palms rests right over his heart, feeling it beat a little faster than what’s normal.
He hasn’t been running around, that much I know for sure. “Nervous?”
“No, but you’re looking at me and that seems to be enough to make my heart want to leave my body.”
Mine, too, Aaron. Mine, too.
“Now, come on, let’s go before they’re making up stories as to why we’re late.” He grabs my hand in his, pulling me after him as we leave my room. “Might get cold for the time we’re walking over there.”
“Where?”
“The barn, Icicle. It’s Christmas Eve. You think I found somewhere fancy to go for us?”
“Honestly? Yes.” No, really. For some reasons I figured if someone were to make the impossible possible, it would be him. “You made me overdress, didn’t you?”
Aaron chuckles like it’s a yes, but he shakes his head. “Well, it’s your birthday and you’re supposed to stand out, love.”
I hate him. No, really, I do.
At least he was decent enough to wear a suit, a white one, mind you, and not let me suffer all by myself.
By the time we reach the barn, I actually do feel like an icicle for once. My legs are as cold as one, so are my arms despite me having put on a thin jacket. And don’t even get me started on my feet. Walking in a meter high snow in heels? Worst possible decision I have ever made.
Fortunately for me, Aaron carried me after about two steps I took because he feared my toes falling off if he let me walk. I’m sure they would have.
Our barn isn’t in our backyard but probably a good five-minute walk away from the house. So, yes, I might have gotten to it with blue toes. At least the inside of the barn is heated.
As he lets me down, Aaron quickly pulls on the back of my dress, covering up my ass again as my dress must’ve ridden up when he put me down. “Scared someone might see my ass?”
He slaps a hand to my ass, making me yelp. “Not scared, but I’d rather only me see it. Plus, your ex-boyfriend is in there and I have to hold myself back from punching him plenty as it is. Couldn’t promise not to freak out when he stares at your ass as well.”
Why does Leon have to be here? Like, I know he’s Julia’s boyfriend and he’s been here last year as well, but it’s annoying nonetheless. It’smybirthday, and I believe I should be the one to decide whether I want my ex at my party or not.
The answer to that would be that I donotwant him here. At least Aaron is with me this year, so even if everyone forgets it’s still my birthday and not my-sister-received-a-great-present day, there will be at least one person that wouldn’t forget about me.
Aaron intertwines our hands, then looks at me one more time before he opens the door to the barn and walks us inside.
