My Aussie Guy - Liz Lovelock Page 0,19
to have a break.”
I can’t help my reaction. My mouth falls open, and my eyes widen. “Oh, no. Really? Are you okay?” I’m not sure what to do or say. Should I give him a hug, hold his hand, or do nothing?
Clearing his throat, he says, “Yeah, I’m okay. It was for the best.” His gaze doesn’t shift from his phone.
“I’m here if you ever need to talk,” I reply softly.
Then his eyes meet mine.
I could easily lean over and kiss those pink lips. They’re so inviting. Enticing.
“Thanks. Did you want to watch a movie on the iPad?” he asks, changing the subject rather quickly.
I put my phone down beside me. “Yeah, okay, but no scary movies.”
He laughs. “No.”
Aiden sets the iPad up between us. I wriggle in under the blankets and turn on my side toward the iPad. Aiden has chosen a Star Wars movie.
“I’ve not seen any of these movies,” I say as I pull the pillow under my head to get more comfortable. Looking up, I’m met with an Aiden whose mouth is open, clearly shocked.
“You’ve never watched Star Wars?”
I shake my head.
“Well, we better go back to the very first one. The way they’ve made these movies is a little all over the place, but we’ll watch The Phantom Menace.”
“How many are there?”
“There are eight movies, all intertwined, and then there are two extras where they give you the backstory of characters and pivotal moments to the main movies.” His finger slides down on the other side of the screen, and he changes the movie.
“I’ll shut the lights off,” I say then start to get up.
“No, it’s okay. The boys have Alexa. Hey, Alexa, turn lights off.”
I wait, and the room goes black. Aiden’s face is lit only by the iPad.
“Wow! I’ve heard about these but have never seen one in use. They must have only just got that.”
“I bought it when I first arrived. I’ve gotten everything set up, so now we can shut the lights off out here by just saying the words. I have a similar thing at home.”
“Wow! I’m not a tech-savvy person. I know how to use simple programs on my computer, and give me a phone, I’m a champion. They should make texting an Olympic sport. I’m sure I’d take a gold medal out on that one.” I lift my head and pull my hair out from under me, flicking it behind me to keep it out of my way.
“I’m sure my sister could give you a run for your money.” He chuckles.
“I bet any fifteen-year-old could. The way they eat up technology these days. I see little toddlers in carts at the shops, watching their parents’ phones. It’s crazy. I’m sure I’d do it for my kids to just get a little peace and quiet.” I laugh.
“Kids would be hard work.”
“Agreed.”
The movie is ready to go, and I wait for him to hit play. “Are you ready to dive into the awesome world of Star Wars? You will love it.”
I cock my eyebrow. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Reaching down, he hits play, and for the next couple of hours, I’m swallowed up in a world of a young boy, weird-looking creatures, crazy languages, and fighting scenes with light sticks.
At the end, the credits start rolling, and I glance over at Aiden, who’s passed out. I look at the time on the iPad—it’s three in the morning. Damn, I’m going to be tired tomorrow.
I turn off the screen and slip his iPad on the floor with my phone. I leave Aiden where he is, not wanting to disturb him. Instead, I roll over with my back to him. Every part of me is highly aware he’s there.
He’s single now. Well, on a break.
Even if I end up tangled over him through the night, at least now I’ve got no reason to feel guilty.
Heat presses against my back, and a weight over my waist startles me awake. My eyes widening, I shuffle slightly.
“Go back to sleep.” That accent pulls me out of the panic which was starting to settle in. Then, I remember last night.
“Get off me,” I grumble, shoving him backward.
I roll over onto my back while Aiden stretches. He slept on top of the blankets. As he lifts his arms above his head, his shirt raises, showing me that V which causes me to bite my lip. Damn!
“What’s the time?” he asks.
Lifting my arm, I rub my eyes and squint at my watch.
“It’s seven-thirty.”
Aiden leaps off the bed