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Aaron’s throat worked. “It’ll do.”
It’ll do?
I had no idea what I had been expecting him to say, but I’d be lying if I
said that hadn’t stung a tiny little bit.
“Good,” I answered, looking away, not letting my shoulders sink. “Let’s
go then.” Instructing my mouth to smile, I only looked back at Aaron when it
was toothy and big.
He remained where he was, not uttering a single word.
“Come on,” I told him, keeping that fake megawatt smile where it was.
“You don’t want to be late, do you?”
A couple of seconds after, he moved out of the way. Without a stare-off,
which I appreciated because I wasn’t in the mood to look at him just yet.
I stepped out of the bathroom, and I made sure of two things. One, I
didn’t brush his chest with my shoulder. And two, I didn’t have any reason to
feel hurt by whatever Aaron Blackford said.