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Tonight, I had decided I’d stay in our bubble and deal with what awaited
in New York when we got there. Tonight was ours.
Aaron closed the door of the room behind him, and I couldn’t help but
stare at him from my position at the end of the bed. We had just gotten to the
apartment, and I had decided to give a rest to my wobbly legs and hurting
feet while he fetched some water from the kitchen.
One of his arms was behind his back, making me tilt my head with
curiosity. He smiled, and when he revealed what was in his hand, I almost
screamed at him to stop going after my poor, weak heart. Because it wouldn’t
survive.
A doughnut, glazed and filled with chocolate cream. They had served
them as a snack late in the night. And I had probably eaten more than I
should have.
“Aaron Blackford,” I said, feeling as if something were being squashed in
the middle of my chest. “Did you smuggle doughnuts out of the wedding in
your pocket?”
His smile turned into a grin. A bashfully, unassumingly handsome grin.
And my poor heart squeezed some more. “I knew you’d be hungry.”
“I am,” I admitted, my voice sounding all wrong. “Thank you.”
He strode across the room and placed the doughnut on a napkin on top of
the dresser. I took the chance to tell my heart to chill the hell out before it was
too late and we both went down.
Aaron turned, as if he knew I needed one more minute to gather myself.
But instead of doing that, I gawked at his back. Watched how he shed himself
of his suit jacket and delicately placed it on the only chair in the room.
Dangerous thoughts started piling up in my head, traveling to the bottom of
my stomach. When Aaron finally faced me, just as he was undoing the knot
of his tie, those dangerous, reckless thoughts were probably displayed all
over my face.
Our gazes connected, and an uncontrollable blush rose up my neck,
reaching my cheeks. Ironic, how I had been devouring his lips hours ago, and
now, a simple look turned me inside out.
Restless and flushed, I averted my gaze and leaned, reaching for my right
foot. My fingers were clumsy as they worked at the strap of the beautiful yet
painful high-heeled shoe. Exhaling with frustration, I fumbled with the thin
band tied around my ankle for an embarrassing amount of time.
I sensed Aaron coming closer, right to where I was, sitting on the bed as I