Page 109 of Make Us Yours
“Are you kidding me, Brey?” She looks up once more, resting her back against the couch we’re sitting on. “That guy is crazy about you, and he knows you’re shy.You have nothing to worry about. When the time comes for whatever is happening between you two to evolve, you’ll both find a way. I know it.” I smile genuinely at her.
“That’s the problem, Ronnie. It can’t evolve. But I don’t know how to stop it, and I don’t know if I want to anymore…” she whispers in a small, uncertain voice.
I squeeze her thigh. “Then stop fighting it, your brother will come around. He’d be an idiot not to see how great you two could be together.” She tries to smile at my comment, but it’s weak. “Plus, I mean, have you seen the guy? I almost fanned myself when he walked in. If I had a sister, I’d want her to be with a hunk like that.”
This time she giggles. “He really does look nice. I like what he did with his hair.” She looks down at her hands with a smile as a beautiful blush forms.
“Ah, yes. The hair—you’ve mentioned that earlier.” I giggle and bump my shoulder against hers.
“Oh God, don’t remind me. That was mortifying, I swear I thought I was going to catch on fire.”
We’re both giggling when a form passes in front of us. When we look up, Shane stands before Aubrey with a blanket similar to mine in his hands. He opens it up and places it over her shoulders.
“You seemed a little cold. I wouldn’t want you getting sick.”
As he finishes wrapping it around her, his face inches from hers, she looks up into his rich blue eyes. “Thank you, Shane.”
His eyes drop to her plump rosy lips; he swallows, then his gaze returns to her pale browns. “You’re welcome… Aubrey,” he breathes out, her name rolling off his tongue like a sweet caress.
Jesus, even I’m getting hot watching them.
He straightens and passes his fingers through his rogue wavy strands, pushing them off his face. But the second he removes his hand, they fall back down and frame the side of his face beautifully.
Aubrey whimpers as she watches him. Her eyes go wide when she realizes what she just did, a blush spreading like wildfire over the tip of her ears and neck. Shane chuckles softly and gives her a dazzling smile, deep dimples making an appearance.
He takes a step over to the empty spot on the couch, pulls his shorts up slightly as he sits down beside her, thick thighs fighting against the fabric. He leans in, placing his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together between his spread legs. Massive biceps strain the material of his shirt, and his back ripples with strong muscles. He might not play hockey anymore, but he definitely still has the shape of one.
Aubrey leans back against the couch, watching him. She turns to me quickly withthose big eyes again, then back to him. He stares down at his hands for a while, then tilts his head to the side, his eyes roaming over her features.
“Are you okay?” She frowns a bit, confused by his question. “With everything going on?” he clarifies, looking around to make sure no one is paying attention to us. “And you as well, Veronica?”
“Oh! Yes, I’m fine. I’m okay. Peachy,” Aubrey rambles quickly, then squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head slightly.
Shane smiles at her as I giggle. “Yes, we’re fine. A little shaken, but we trust your friends. Thank you for asking,” I tell him.
“Good.” He nods, then looks back down at his hands once more, grazing his bottom lip with his teeth before giving Aubrey his attention once more.
He glances at Greyson quickly, who’s busy doting on his fiancée, then back to his desired target. “You know, if you need a place to stay, I have a room… I mean, spare rooms. You could stay with me if… if you’d like.” He swallows again and clears his throat.
Aubrey’s eyes practically bug out of her head as she stares at him without blinking, mouth opening and closing repeatedly like a fish.This is pretty comical to watch.I fold my arms and lean back against the couch, waiting to see what she says.
She bites her lip and glances at me for guidance, but all I do is shrug. In the end, it’s her choice. She looks down at her feet and sighs, and by the look on her face, I already know what she’s about to say.
“I can’t… Greyson already knows I’m staying with him. I don’t think he’d take it very well if I told him I’d rather stay with you.” She finally gazes back up at him with a sad smile. “I’m sorry, Shane.”
He nods, looking a bit defeated. “No need to apologize, I completely understand. It was simply an offer, one that stays if you ever change your mind. You’ll always be welcome in my home, Aubrey.”
She blushes and smiles at him. Actually, they’re both just smiling at each other now. I almost feel like I’m interrupting something magical just by sitting here.
“By the way, you looked beautiful on your vacation trip.” Something close to desire flicks through his eyes. “The tropical sun really suits you, I… I really liked your bathing suit.”
Oh God! Shane, no! Why would you say that?!
Aubrey practically melts at the compliment, leaning slightly toward him. “Oh, thank you, Shane.” But then she straightens, catching on to the last part. Her brows furrow. “Wait, how did you see my swimsuit? I haven’t posted any pictures of it.”
Shane’s eyes shoot up to me, then over to Emma, before returning to Aubrey. Shetracks their movements, quickly putting the puzzle pieces together. She shifts in her seat toward me with a nervous look.
“What did you do?” she hisses through gritted teeth.
