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hip. I knew what he wanted to talk about. That cocktail of emotions and
memories and questions that had slowly been assembling in my head. The
one I had brought back to the apartment, and that I knew if I so much as
opened my mouth, it would burst and spill right out of me. But that meant
completely confiding in Aaron. Telling him about a part of my past that I
didn’t find any joy in revisiting. Giving him a key that would help him
understand—know—me better. And did I want to do that? Could I do it
without wanting to tuck my head in his chest and look for comfort in him?
“I don’t want to bore you with the melodramatics of my life, Aaron,” I
sighed, and I meant it. What I didn’t tell him was that beneath all that, there
was only fear. “You don’t need to worry—”
In one smooth motion, Aaron picked me up and placed me between his
open legs. Another sigh left my parted lips, but this one had nothing to do
with exhaustion or whatever was brewing in my head.
“Anything that bothers you matters to me, and I want to hear about it,” he
said from his position behind me. “Nothing about you is boring or doesn’t
interest me—ever. Understand?”
I felt myself nod and perhaps mutter a quiet, “Yes,” too. My heart
drummed too loudly in my ears to know.
Aaron continued, “If you want to talk about whatever happened, then
we’ll do that.” His hands fell on my shoulders with a tenderness that
disarmed me. Then, he brushed my hair to the side, and his fingers traveled to
the back of my neck. “And if you don’t, then we’ll talk about something else.
But I want you to relax. Just for a few minutes.”
He paused, and his thumbs started massaging along the line of my spine. I
had to hold back from whimpering like a stricken animal. Only I wasn’t in
pain.
“Sound like a plan?”
“Yes,” I answered, incapable of not melting into his touch.
There was a beat of silence, and Aaron’s fingers trailed up the back of my
neck, gently kneading the muscles there. Another sound rose in my throat,
almost leaving my lips. But I held it in.
“What your dad said during dinner made me think of something my mom
used to tell me when I was a little kid.” Aaron’s fingertips kept working my
skin, easing more than the tension in my shoulders. Turning me into softened
butter as I listened to his deep voice taking me out of my head. Trusting me
with yet another piece of himself. “Back then, I didn’t really understand or