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and symmetrical lines. Gonzalo would love Aaron on the—
Hold up.
What did I just say?
My eyes closed at the realization that I had called Aaron a god. A Greek
one. Out of Olympia. Out loud.
Oh, please, bathroom walls, be thick and soundproof. Please.
Sensing his presence somewhere behind me and considering the
dimensions of both the room and en suite, I remained very still.
I opened my eyes and looked at his reflection in the mirror in front of me.
Aaron was leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.
Inhaling a deep breath, I let my eyes travel around the counter, taking in
everything and making my way up until finding Aaron’s gaze on the mirror.
“Chances of you not hearing me from the bedroom?” I ventured.
“It depends.” I watched his throat work, swallowing. “How good of
hearing do Greek gods have?”
I had two options: own it like the grown-up woman I was, or ignore this
had just happened and be a total chickenshit.
Rearranging every item I had just placed on the shelf in silence, I opted
for the latter, all the while feeling his gaze following my every move.
A moment later, I sensed Aaron turn around, but before he walked away,
I called for him, “Oh, and, Aaron?” I watched the reflection of his back in the
mirror. “The losing team has to perform a choreographed dance tonight.”
No answer came from him, but when he finally took a step away, I could
perfectly imagine the competitive gleam coming alive in his eyes.