Page 11 of Revenge Puck
“You’re not secretly a serial killer, are you?” The question tumbles out of my mouth before I can stop it.
“No.” He smiles, chipped bottom tooth winking at me.
“Um…”
Do it, Juliette.
Do it.
You may never get this chance, and you dumped the guy you’re dating, who you hadn’t even had sex with, and you need tohave funfor once.
“Out of curiosity, are you in a relationship?”
That causes him to frown. “Not anymore.”
I inhale, sucking in a deep breath of cold city air, and say, “If you wanted to come back to my place for a drink or something, you can tell me about your shitty day? And I’ll tell you about my shitty date?”
Heat creeps up my neck, my cheeks, and the tips of my ears. I am so embarrassed.
Who am I?
What am I doing asking this man to come home with me?
He crosses his arms, studying me. “No offense, but you don’t know me.”
Oh, but I do.
You are the man my brother has idolized since he joined Michigan three years ago.
You’re handsome and kind and have been more polite and patient in the last fifteen minutes than Preston has been the entire month I’ve known him.
If only you knew that I’ve seen you visiting sick children at hospitals, and know you organize dinners with your buddies and call them bro, and standing this close to you has my ovaries tingling…
“You don’t exactly give off serial killer vibes,” I rush to say. “We can sit on opposite sides of my very long couch.”
My hot skin gets hotter the longer he takes to respond.
“I’m good at reading people!” I babble. “And you don’t look ready to be alone. I know I’m not.”
Aaron exhales slowly. “Right. ’Cause apparently, I’m Mr. Snuggles.” Pauses. “Alright, yeah. Why the hell not?”
Exactly.
I grin. “Why the hell not.”
His dark eyes crinkle at the corners, amused. “I could use the company.”
TWO
AARON
Something feels familiar about this girl, but I can’t put my finger on it.
I follow her into her apartment, eyes tracking the back of her head as she unlocks her door, a heaviness settling in my chest. I feel like I’ve seen her before. Her face is familiar. Her eyes are familiar. Or maybe she looks like someone I know…
I don’t fucking know.
Does it matter?
