Aaron! Rein it in. I reach down and pinch my thigh to cool it down. Damn, that hurt!
After he shows me the supplies, I decide on quick spaghetti. About forty-five minutes later, the food is done, and we’re seated at the table.
The silence is deafening, so I decide to try to start some conversation. “Soooo? How do you like it?”
Liam pauses, eyes running over me, making heat flush through me down to my toes. Clearing my throat seems to startle him. “Oh, sorry, it’s great. It’s been a while since I’ve had anything home cooked.”
Silence again—great.
I sit there for a minute, watching him through my lashes. Viewing him eat should be illegal. Between the sight of Liam slurping the noodles up and licking the red sauce off his lips, I’m half-hard again.
Do something! “What do you like to do for fun?” Well, that was lame.
“Hmmm, I like to shoot pool, and when I get the chance, I like to read,” he answers casually.
I latch on to that like a drowning man to a life preserver. “Really? What do you read?”
Blushing, he looks down. “Gay erotic romance.”
He sits there, appearing like he wants to crawl into a hole, and I can’t help but smile. “Oh, me too. Chloe always says that’s why I’m such a dreamer.”
His eyes dart up to mine. “There’s nothing wrong with dreaming, Aaron. Dreams are what make life tolerable.”
Hey! I know that line. “Fan of the movie Rudy , are you?”
He smiles, showing his dimples. “Fuck you, man! That movie’s the best.”
Now I’m giggling like a schoolgirl. “Not making fun, I love it too. Although, I would have pegged you more The Godfather type.”
“Oh God, I hate that shit. They try to make it so glamorous.” The light fades from his eyes and a sullen expression takes over where the dimples had been.
Well, shit! Good going, Aaron.
Glancing back up at me, he says, “There’s something I need to talk to you about.” I nod. “I know why you’re really doing this,” he sighs. “I want to say I agree with this Chloe person. Your dad is an asshole for guilting you into this. It wasn’t your fault. He’s made many bad financial decisions.”
How does he know that?
“You listened in on my phone call?” I gasp out.
Now he nods. “I didn’t mean to. I’m not sorry I did, though. At least now I know the real reason you’re here.”
Jumping up, I grab my dishes. “You had no fucking right to listen to that phone call! Our agreement was my body, not my fucking personal life.”
I walk out of the room and take them to the sink, but he follows me with his. “It wasn’t your fault, damn it. Anyone would have had a problem after losing their mom.”
“You don’t know anything!” I brush past him, heading back into the dining room. Being back in there, I don’t know where to go, so I start pacing.
What the fuck are you doing yelling at this man? You’re going to get yourself killed by the end of this weekend. With that thought, my fears start to overwhelm me.
He walks up to me while I’m giving him the deer-in-the-headlights look. “I wanted you to see that it wasn’t your fault, I see it all the fuckin’ time. Your dad is exactly like someone else I know. He was workin’ you to get what he wanted. He probably doesn’t even blame you. It was just handy.”
I start to get emotional. My dad wouldn’t do that to me, would he? What if it wasn’t my fault? Doesn’t matter, you still can’t let him be killed. Even though I know that, my chest hurts a little at the thought of being used by him. The tears that have been threatening since that thought slowly fall down my cheeks.
Liam steps up to me, appearing desperate, and he reaches out, wiping them away. “Shhh, don’t cry. I don’t know what to do with crying.”
Taking a breath, I shudder out, “It’s my fault, it has to be.”
Liam’s mouth abruptly meets mine. The kiss is hesitant, light, and I respond immediately by pushing back toward those amazingly soft
After he shows me the supplies, I decide on quick spaghetti. About forty-five minutes later, the food is done, and we’re seated at the table.
The silence is deafening, so I decide to try to start some conversation. “Soooo? How do you like it?”
Liam pauses, eyes running over me, making heat flush through me down to my toes. Clearing my throat seems to startle him. “Oh, sorry, it’s great. It’s been a while since I’ve had anything home cooked.”
Silence again—great.
I sit there for a minute, watching him through my lashes. Viewing him eat should be illegal. Between the sight of Liam slurping the noodles up and licking the red sauce off his lips, I’m half-hard again.
Do something! “What do you like to do for fun?” Well, that was lame.
“Hmmm, I like to shoot pool, and when I get the chance, I like to read,” he answers casually.
I latch on to that like a drowning man to a life preserver. “Really? What do you read?”
Blushing, he looks down. “Gay erotic romance.”
He sits there, appearing like he wants to crawl into a hole, and I can’t help but smile. “Oh, me too. Chloe always says that’s why I’m such a dreamer.”
His eyes dart up to mine. “There’s nothing wrong with dreaming, Aaron. Dreams are what make life tolerable.”
Hey! I know that line. “Fan of the movie Rudy , are you?”
He smiles, showing his dimples. “Fuck you, man! That movie’s the best.”
Now I’m giggling like a schoolgirl. “Not making fun, I love it too. Although, I would have pegged you more The Godfather type.”
“Oh God, I hate that shit. They try to make it so glamorous.” The light fades from his eyes and a sullen expression takes over where the dimples had been.
Well, shit! Good going, Aaron.
Glancing back up at me, he says, “There’s something I need to talk to you about.” I nod. “I know why you’re really doing this,” he sighs. “I want to say I agree with this Chloe person. Your dad is an asshole for guilting you into this. It wasn’t your fault. He’s made many bad financial decisions.”
How does he know that?
“You listened in on my phone call?” I gasp out.
Now he nods. “I didn’t mean to. I’m not sorry I did, though. At least now I know the real reason you’re here.”
Jumping up, I grab my dishes. “You had no fucking right to listen to that phone call! Our agreement was my body, not my fucking personal life.”
I walk out of the room and take them to the sink, but he follows me with his. “It wasn’t your fault, damn it. Anyone would have had a problem after losing their mom.”
“You don’t know anything!” I brush past him, heading back into the dining room. Being back in there, I don’t know where to go, so I start pacing.
What the fuck are you doing yelling at this man? You’re going to get yourself killed by the end of this weekend. With that thought, my fears start to overwhelm me.
He walks up to me while I’m giving him the deer-in-the-headlights look. “I wanted you to see that it wasn’t your fault, I see it all the fuckin’ time. Your dad is exactly like someone else I know. He was workin’ you to get what he wanted. He probably doesn’t even blame you. It was just handy.”
I start to get emotional. My dad wouldn’t do that to me, would he? What if it wasn’t my fault? Doesn’t matter, you still can’t let him be killed. Even though I know that, my chest hurts a little at the thought of being used by him. The tears that have been threatening since that thought slowly fall down my cheeks.
Liam steps up to me, appearing desperate, and he reaches out, wiping them away. “Shhh, don’t cry. I don’t know what to do with crying.”
Taking a breath, I shudder out, “It’s my fault, it has to be.”
Liam’s mouth abruptly meets mine. The kiss is hesitant, light, and I respond immediately by pushing back toward those amazingly soft
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