is it?” I ask, disoriented. Crapola, am I going to be late for class?
“Almost eight, I need to be in the office at nine. What time do you have class this morning? I can drop you off?” he says.
“My first class is at nine,” I tell him.
“Good, that works out perfectly. You can shower in here,” he says, and leaves the room.
Sitting on the chair in the corner of his room is my bag of clothes I packed yesterday. When did he bring those in here? I smile and stretch my limbs. I look out the door to make sure he’s gone, then grab his pillow and give it a smell. I need to register it in my memory banks, because being in Aiden’s bed can’t happen again. Then I peel the sheet off, grab my bag and head into his shower. You can bet your sweet ass I smelled all of his products in the shower, too. I may or may not have used some of his body wash somewhere on my body.
When I walk into the kitchen, Aiden has two travel mugs filled with coffee. He smiles and hands me one. I feel like I need to pinch myself or something. Did I get hit by a car and I’m in a coma, dreaming about the perfect life that in reality, I’ll never have? He grabs my school bag and I follow him out to his car. It did not pass my keen sense for details that my clothes bag is still in his bedroom. On the way to school, he asks, “What time are you done with school?”
“I’m done at three, then I usually study in the library until around five. I have a shift at the bar at six, but I can take the bus,” I tell him.
“I’ll pick you up here at five,” he says. He comes to a stop, leans in and kisses me, which temporarily sends my brain cells scattering, because I nod in agreement. I get out of his car and walk to my first class with my bag and a cup of coffee.
True to his word, at five o’clock he’s sitting in the exact same spot where he dropped me off this morning. I slip in his car; he offers a smile and asks, “How was school?”
“Great, how was work?” I ask. Alright, someone needs to extract me from the Twilight Zone.
“Great,” he replies, putting his hand on my knee.
Seeing his black suit clad arm with an expensive white dress shirt, a black cuff link, and an expensive watch on his wrist on my bare knee just below the ripped hem of my jeans skirt, sends all the wrong signals to my brain. What the hell am I doing? Stop living in fairytale land, and get back into the land of, ‘it ain’t going to happen for you, honey,’ land.
Aiden doesn’t drive me straight to the bar. He drives to Jax’s restaurant where a table is already waiting, and food is brought out almost immediately after we sit down. He arranged all of this, for me. I’m a little off at dinner. I think I need to have a sit down with Aiden and tell him to open his eyes. Run! Get as far away from me as you can. But the words just don’t come out. The little devil on my shoulder keeps telling me to dream. After dinner, he drives me to the bar. He doesn’t just drop me off. He parks the car, takes my hand, and walks me into the bar and takes a seat on one of the open stools.
“You don’t have to babysit me,” I tell him. “Gary is here, and he won’t let anything happen.”
“I’m not babysitting you. I’m going to enjoy a cold beer after a hard day at work before I head to the auto parts store.”
My heart sinks at the mention of the parts store. I give him the evil eye, but don’t have time to argue with him. I put on my apron and get to work. Aiden watches from the end of the bar, and passes quite a few angry looks at the men who take a little too long of a look at me. I just roll my eyes and ignore him; the way I look is how I get the bigger tips. The bigger the tips, the faster I can pay Aiden back for the parts for Ruby.
About a half an hour into my shift, Willow, Shay, Amelia, Ava, and Chloe walk into the bar. I could think of about a million jokes about that, but my eyes immediately go to Aiden. The girls take a seat at an open table.
“Almost eight, I need to be in the office at nine. What time do you have class this morning? I can drop you off?” he says.
“My first class is at nine,” I tell him.
“Good, that works out perfectly. You can shower in here,” he says, and leaves the room.
Sitting on the chair in the corner of his room is my bag of clothes I packed yesterday. When did he bring those in here? I smile and stretch my limbs. I look out the door to make sure he’s gone, then grab his pillow and give it a smell. I need to register it in my memory banks, because being in Aiden’s bed can’t happen again. Then I peel the sheet off, grab my bag and head into his shower. You can bet your sweet ass I smelled all of his products in the shower, too. I may or may not have used some of his body wash somewhere on my body.
When I walk into the kitchen, Aiden has two travel mugs filled with coffee. He smiles and hands me one. I feel like I need to pinch myself or something. Did I get hit by a car and I’m in a coma, dreaming about the perfect life that in reality, I’ll never have? He grabs my school bag and I follow him out to his car. It did not pass my keen sense for details that my clothes bag is still in his bedroom. On the way to school, he asks, “What time are you done with school?”
“I’m done at three, then I usually study in the library until around five. I have a shift at the bar at six, but I can take the bus,” I tell him.
“I’ll pick you up here at five,” he says. He comes to a stop, leans in and kisses me, which temporarily sends my brain cells scattering, because I nod in agreement. I get out of his car and walk to my first class with my bag and a cup of coffee.
True to his word, at five o’clock he’s sitting in the exact same spot where he dropped me off this morning. I slip in his car; he offers a smile and asks, “How was school?”
“Great, how was work?” I ask. Alright, someone needs to extract me from the Twilight Zone.
“Great,” he replies, putting his hand on my knee.
Seeing his black suit clad arm with an expensive white dress shirt, a black cuff link, and an expensive watch on his wrist on my bare knee just below the ripped hem of my jeans skirt, sends all the wrong signals to my brain. What the hell am I doing? Stop living in fairytale land, and get back into the land of, ‘it ain’t going to happen for you, honey,’ land.
Aiden doesn’t drive me straight to the bar. He drives to Jax’s restaurant where a table is already waiting, and food is brought out almost immediately after we sit down. He arranged all of this, for me. I’m a little off at dinner. I think I need to have a sit down with Aiden and tell him to open his eyes. Run! Get as far away from me as you can. But the words just don’t come out. The little devil on my shoulder keeps telling me to dream. After dinner, he drives me to the bar. He doesn’t just drop me off. He parks the car, takes my hand, and walks me into the bar and takes a seat on one of the open stools.
“You don’t have to babysit me,” I tell him. “Gary is here, and he won’t let anything happen.”
“I’m not babysitting you. I’m going to enjoy a cold beer after a hard day at work before I head to the auto parts store.”
My heart sinks at the mention of the parts store. I give him the evil eye, but don’t have time to argue with him. I put on my apron and get to work. Aiden watches from the end of the bar, and passes quite a few angry looks at the men who take a little too long of a look at me. I just roll my eyes and ignore him; the way I look is how I get the bigger tips. The bigger the tips, the faster I can pay Aiden back for the parts for Ruby.
About a half an hour into my shift, Willow, Shay, Amelia, Ava, and Chloe walk into the bar. I could think of about a million jokes about that, but my eyes immediately go to Aiden. The girls take a seat at an open table.
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