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Something that somehow changed the positions of our palms, which were
now against each other.
A flutter took flight in the middle of my chest. And as we exited the
office, I realized it’d soon no longer be Jeff’s, our boss. This would become
Aaron’s office.
Soon enough.
Which should have been reason enough to immediately drop his hand and
run in the opposite direction. It should have been enough to stop myself from
welcoming the warmth of his palm or letting him take me home.
It should have. But ironically, I hadn’t seemed to be listening to a whole
lot of should haves lately. So, what was a couple more?
“HELLO?” A distant male voice stirred me back to life.
Un poquito más, I silently begged as I fought to fall back into oblivion.
Un ratito más.
“I’m Aaron.”
Aaron?
Eyes shut and every thought sticky and heavy, I halfheartedly tried to
make sense of what was happening. Why was Aaron’s voice sounding right
beside me? I wanted to go back to sleep.
I vaguely recognized the characteristic dull vibration of an engine. Am I
in a car? A bus? But we weren’t moving.
A dream. Yeah, that made sense. Right?
Confused and overexerted, I buried deeper into the warmth of my bed and
decided I didn’t care if I dreamed of Aaron. It wouldn’t be the first time
anyway.
“Yes, that Aaron.” The male voice was no longer distant. “Yes, I’m afraid
so,” he continued. Every word bringing me more and more awake. “She’s
asleep right now.”
I felt a featherlike caress on the back of my hand. And my skin flared
back to life. Feeling way too real for this being a dream.
“No, everything is fine.” Aaron’s baritone texture reverberated through
my ears, and I found a weird comfort in recognizing it. “Okay, I will tell
Catalina to call you back.” A pause. Followed by a chuckle. “No, I’m not one