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There was something funny about that voice calling my name. The one
everyone called me.
No, not everyone.
I blinked some more, but before my eyes could focus on a fixed point, I
was lifted in the air. The movement was slow, so gentle, that I barely noticed
it at first, but then we started moving. And after a few seconds, the motion
was enough to send my head spinning again.
“Mi cabeza,” I said under my breath.
“I’m sorry.” I felt the words rumbling against my side, becoming aware
of how my cheek was resting against something hot and hard. Something
with a heartbeat. A chest. “Just stay with me, okay?”
Okay, I’ll stay. And I burrowed into the chest, ready to lose myself to the
exhaustion rocking my body.
“Eyes open, please.”
Somehow, I complied. I let them fall on a shoulder that looked terribly
familiar as we moved. And gradually, my vision eventually cleared. My head,
no longer whirling, locked back on my shoulders. The sweat on my skin
cooled down.
My eyes roamed around as recollection of what had happened spilled
down my mind. I fainted, for not eating enough. Like a total dumbass.
Sighing, I looked up, my gaze zeroing in on a chin that stretched into a jaw
that was topped by lips that were pressed tightly.
“Aaron,” I whispered.
Blue eyes met mine for an instant. “Hold on. Almost there.”
I was in Aaron’s arms. His left arm around my legs, hand spreading on
my thigh. His right one around my back, his long fingers splayed across my
hip. Before I could delve into that or on the comforting and amazing warmth
emanating off him and into my skin, he was putting me down.
Confused, I looked around me. My gaze stumbled upon that horrible,
disturbing framed piece of art of a kid with huge eyes. I had always hated it,
and I knew exactly where it belonged. We could only be in Jeff’s office. He
was the only person I knew personally who didn’t find that frightening.
My ass settled on a plush surface, and my back followed, resting on
something that felt a lot like a pillow. I placed my hands on my sides,
noticing the fabric beneath my fingers. Leather. A sofa. Jeff had one in his
office. It was one of those leather settees that looked all pretentious and
classy.