My Aussie Guy - Liz Lovelock Page 0,45
to you.” Clearing my throat, I step around her and keep walking to the shower. Willow gives me a pitying look as I pass her. I don’t want their damn pity.
“Elsie…” I shut the door behind me, not wanting to deal with it. I’m going to swallow my pride and put a smile on my face and roll with whatever comes my way.
After scrubbing away all traces of Aiden, I slip on my clothes and blow-dry my hair. I can’t stand soaking wet hair, even if I am going to throw it up in a messy bun right after. When I turn off the dryer, there’s silence on the other side of the door. Thank goodness. The girls must have gone. I purposely took my time so I wouldn’t have to face them again.
I twist my long brown locks up into a messy bun, straighten my top, and brush my hands down the front of me. I look at the makeup on the countertop and screw my face up then shrug my shoulders. I can’t be bothered today.
Stepping into the living area, I pause mid-step while my stomach drops to the floor. “What are you doing here?” I don’t bother hiding my bitterness.
The smile that was on Aiden’s face drops. “Wh… what do you mean?” He lifts his hand and rubs the back of his neck.
I storm past him to my room. “So, it’s normal for you to get what you want and leave?”
“Wait, Elsie. That’s not what happened.”
I whip around. “How did you even get in here?”
He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Addison. She was leaving. She told me to wait, but she didn’t warn me about your morning attitude.” He chuckles, trying to make light of the situation.
My eyes narrow, and his smile vanishes. “You left and didn’t tell me. I didn’t think you were like that.”
“I’m not. I’m here now. Did you not get my text message?”
Of course, the one place I didn’t check. Trust me to overreact for no reason. I left my phone in my bag last night.
I shake my head. After going back to the table, I dig my phone out from under my stuff from yesterday, press the button to light the screen, and there’s nothing there, just the time staring back at me.
“Nope, no message.”
“What? No. I sent you a message. Here, look on my phone.”
I watch as he takes his phone from his back pocket of his jeans. The screen lights up, and his fingers move over the screen. “Oh, man.” His hand smacks himself in the forehead. “See? I told you I’m no good with my phone. I wrote the text and mustn’t have hit send.”
Seconds later, my phone alerts me to a message.
I cock my eyebrow at him. “Are you serious?”
“Just read it, will you?”
I glance down at the screen once again.
Aiden: I had to go to practice. I’ll come back and walk with you to your first class.
The anger and annoyance from a second ago slowly leaves my body. I look up at Aiden. His hand runs through his damp hair.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Still, you didn’t send it, so my anger is justified.”
“Of course. I’d be pissed if you up and left without a note or message.” Aiden steps closer; he smells fresh and clean with a hint of aftershave. “Now shut up and give me a kiss.” His arms encircle my waist, and mine go around his neck. Our lips connect ever so slightly, like the brush of a feather, and it feels awesome.
I moan. “We should probably stop and go to class, or we won’t see the inside of any classrooms today,” I breathe against his lips.
Aiden pulls back but still holds onto my waist. “We could skip?” A mischievous grin spreads across his face.
“Nope, sorry. I’m not that girl.”
Aiden leans over and pecks my already aching lips. “I know you’re not, but it was worth a try.”
We walk across the courtyard, and something is different. A wave of utter happiness rushes from the top of my head right down to my toes, and no matter what happens, I want to be with Aiden.
Glancing around at the people walking by, I turn to him. “So, here’s something to think about.”
“What’s that?” He looks at me as if he wants to devour me right on the spot.
Don’t tempt me, buddy.
I clear my throat. I can’t believe I’m going to ask this. “What are your thoughts on an actual relationship?”
His forehead pinches together.
I quickly