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was … confused. “What kind of question is that?”
Aaron seemed to ponder my words. “Yes or no?” he pressed.
My mouth opened and closed. We had stopped dancing at some point.
My palms, which had been on Aaron’s chest, dropped down. Aaron’s gaze
followed the motion. Something locked tightly behind that unreadable mask
that was his expression.
“Forget I said anything,” he said, his arms, which had been still around
me, falling down. “This was a bad idea.”
That made me physically flinch, and I didn’t really understand why I had
done that or what he’d meant by this.
Both of us stood in front of each other, unmoving. And as much as Aaron
had been distant and dismissive in the past, he had never looked this … aloof.
Almost as if I had said something that hurt him.
The urge to reach out and place my hand on his chest resurfaced again.
And I couldn’t, for the life of me, begin to fathom why. Not when a small
voice in my head—which I assumed was common sense—was telling me that
I should be glad, that this was us getting back on track to where we should
stand.
But I wasn’t any good at listening to sense these days. So, when my arm
lifted—because I was like that and I couldn’t help but comfort those around
me with hugs or touches or whatever they needed—and Aaron stepped back,
away from me, it actually stung. So much that I had to scold myself for being
that stupid.
“See?” I said under my breath. “This is why I don’t know if we can be
friends. Why we have never been.”
Tonight had been a fluke, and this was the reason. Everything always
escalated out of control when it came to us.
“You are right.” His voice was unspeakably flat. “Being your friend has
always been the last thing on my mind.”
His words, together with mine, felt like hail falling unrelentingly on me.
On us, as we stood there in front of each other. Poking holes in the little
bubble we had been in for the past few hours. The one we had been in while
we danced. Right before the truce that had been silently established blew up
in our faces.
Just like I should have expected.
I blinked at him, not knowing what to say.
“If you’ll excuse me,” he said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes and take you