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Aaron didn’t say anything for a long moment. I used that time to come to
terms with the fact that he’d never open up to me. Not that I’d blame him. I
hadn’t been completely honest with him about my past either. But as much as
I tried to tell myself otherwise, the falling sensation in my chest made it hard
to ignore how I really felt. I wanted to know. I wanted to unearth and learn
everything about his past because I knew deep inside me that it was the key
to finally understanding the man he was today. And him not letting me in
only reminded me that I wasn’t different from anybody else.
“Catalina,” he finally said, and he followed that with a deep and tired
sigh. “I want to tell you. I’d gladly tell you everything about me.”
My heart decided to resume all those shenanigans I had been dealing with
that night. He’ll tell me everything about him.
“But you are barely standing on your own feet. You are in no condition to
stay with me for a complete conversation.”
“I’ll stay with you,” I said very quickly. “I am not that drunk. I will listen,
I promise.” Even though I was feeling slightly better, there were chances I’d
fall on my face if I moved too fast. But that wouldn’t stop me. “I can prove it.
Look.” My legs pushed my body up, propelling me in a rather wobbly way.
But that didn’t matter. I’d prove to Aaron I was completely fine.
I wasn’t going to let the chance slip through my slightly intoxicated
fingers or legs—
A pair of big hands cut my trajectory, holding me by the waist.
“Easy there. Let’s keep the standing to a minimum,” Aaron said as he
effortlessly returned me to my former position, right beside him. Perhaps a
little closer to his body. Which I wouldn’t complain about. “Do you want to
know that badly?”
“Yes. I want to know everything,” I confessed, following no-filter Lina’s
lead again.
A humorless laugh left him. “I never planned for this to happen this way.”
My hazy brain didn’t really understand that, but before I could ask, he
continued, “I always played football. That was all I knew for almost two
decades. My dad was sort of a big deal in the coaching and management
world back home, in Washington.” Aaron shook his head, those disheveled,
short locks almost flickering under the soft light of the street. “He knew how
to spot potential, had done it a million times. He was known for that. So,
when he realized I had that raw talent he talked about so much, it was as if all
those years of his career had been preparing him for that. For having a son he