The-Spanish-Love-Deception-www.indianpdf

“And I wake up a few times during the night anyway. I’m a light
sleeper.” Charo’s voice kept fading in the background as the knowledge of
having Aaron’s body within reach sank in. “So, if you ever hear weird noises
at night, it’s just me walking around the apartment.” She chuckled. “With a
little bit of luck, I won’t accidentally walk in on you naked or something.”
Naked. Aaron naked. My mind seemed to short-circuit the moment it
ventured into that mental image, pushing me off my stool as if my ass were
on fire.
Space. Air. I needed … something. Anything.
Not being able to go very far, considering the dimension of the functional
kitchen, I opened a couple of cabinets, making sure my back was to Aaron
until all that blood that had somehow risen to my face returned to its original
place.
I fanned myself with one of the cabinet doors. Good, good. Better.
Needing an excuse for my very unclassy getaway from the stool, I
snatched a package of chocolate chip cookies.
“So, tell me everything, Aaron,” I heard Charo say behind me as I ripped
open the cardboard. “What do you think of our little hometown? I am sure it
is very different from New York. We don’t have skyscrapers or any of that,
but there are plenty of places to visit. Nature, beautiful beaches. The coast is
really amazing. Lots of stuff to do.” She paused, and I extracted one of the
cookies from the package. “How many days will you guys stay, by the way? I
heard that you were here only for the wedding. That’s such a shame! You
should book a holiday and just—”
The doorbell rang, interrupting Charo.
“Oh, I’ll get that,” my cousin announced quickly and then slipped out of
the kitchen.
My eyes narrowed.
While I was busy wondering if we were expecting anybody, it took me by
surprise when an arm—which I was starting to get very well acquainted with
at this rate—snaked around my waist and pulled me backward.
My ass landed on something hard and hot, immediately molding into the
space.
Aaron’s lap.
His breath caressed the shell of my ear. “You didn’t say good morning.”
My back straightened as I remembered my lame runaway moment. “You
almost made me drop my cookie, Mr. Robot.” It was so weird, so strange,