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Lina? I’m telling you—”
Aaron glared at his friend. “Quit it already, would you?”
“Okay, okay. I was just saying, man.” TJ’s hands went up.
I chuckled, but it came out a little strangled because Aaron had eaten the
distance that separated us, my arm fully coming in contact with his chest, and
all of a sudden, I didn’t want him to go.
My eyes landed on Aaron, who was looking down at me with an apology
shining in the blue of his eyes. I must have looked and sounded as nervous as
I felt if Aaron was feeling bad for leaving me to myself for a little while. I
shook my head, telling myself to stop being silly.
“Yes, I think I’m sure, TJ,” I answered TJ’s initial question while I
searched Aaron’s face. “Go. I’ll be fine on my own.”
He seemed to hesitate, not moving from my side, and I felt bad for
making him feel like he needed to babysit me.
“Don’t be silly, Big A. I’m fine, and you have to go.” I absently patted
Aaron’s chest, my palm freezing on the spot.
Aaron looked down at my hand very slowly, just as electricity shot up my
arm. I retrieved my hand immediately, not having the slightest idea why I had
done that besides the fact that the touch had come naturally to me. Aaron had
felt bad for leaving me alone—probably because I had looked like someone
had kicked my puppy—and I had automatically tried to comfort him with
physical contact. A friendly pat. But we weren’t friends, and I shouldn’t
forget that.
I cleared my throat. “Go, seriously.” I lifted my empty glass in the air,
feeling my cheeks heat for the umpteenth time tonight. “I’ll busy myself with
getting a refill.”
“I can stay a little longer, explain to you how the bidding works.” His
voice was oddly gentle. It made me uncomfortable. “Get you another drink
too.”
The urge to touch him again—to reassure him I’d be fine—was back. I
suppressed it. “I think I can figure it out on my own,” I told him softly. It
couldn’t be all that complex.
“What if I still want to tell you about it?”
My urge to antagonize him—to attempt to get us back to how we were
supposed to be—somehow pushed me to rise on my tiptoes. I leaned in, so
only he could hear me. “I’ll figure it out. And if I don’t, I swear, I will try not
to spend all your money on something stupid, like a yacht or Elvis’s used