He let out a sigh and leaned against the doorway. “Fine, you have two minutes.”
“Two minutes?”
A slow, devious smile pulled at his lips as he checked the time on his phone. “You better hurry. You’ve just wasted five seconds…”
“Ugh!” I turned and raced for my room, not trusting that Aiden was only joking. I couldn’t believe my parents wanted me to go live with this guy.
I dragged a bag out of my wardrobe and started randomly throwing clothes into it. Not that it even mattered what clothes I picked. I was only going to be gone for a couple of days, and thanks to the current quarantine measures, I’d be spending almost every minute of my stay at the Moores’ house stuck inside. I might have been rushing as I packed, but I made certain to include my laptop and all my chargers. I wouldn’t last an hour in Aiden’s house if my phone or laptop ran out of battery.
“You’re packing all the wrong things…” I glanced up and found Aiden leaning against my doorway. “There are far too many sweatpants and fluffy socks in that bag and not nearly enough sexy silk pajamas.”
“Oh my God. Aiden, I told you to wait out front.”
“Pretty sure you didn’t.”
I scowled at him and continued packing, trying to ignore the sense that he was watching my every move. I really didn’t like him being in my house, let alone my room. I also didn’t need a running commentary on what I decided to pack.
“So, the sexy silk pajamas?” he continued. “I’ve watched enough chick flicks to know that all girls wear them to sleepovers. You’re going to need them for our pillow fights.”
“I hate to break it to you, Aiden. But those movies aren’t real.”
He gasped. “You lie…”
“And why are you watching so many chick flicks anyway?”
“Join me for a movie night, and I’ll show you.” He grinned. “We might not spend much time actually watching though…”
I shook my head and let out a frustrated breath. I wished I hadn’t asked. I should have known better than to encourage him. Ignoring his antics was pretty much my one and only defense against the guy.
“And do you really need all those books?” he asked, as I pulled an armload off my shelves. It was definitely more than I needed for a couple of days, but thanks to Aiden’s two-minute countdown, I was rushing. I didn’t have time to pick the books I might like to read, so I was going for sheer bulk in the hopes I’d have plenty of options. The fact Aiden was watching so closely wasn’t helping me think straight.
I blew a hair off my face and turned to him with my arms still full of books. “Aiden…”
“Yes?” He looked the picture of innocence, as though he wasn’t here solely to irritate the crap out of me.
“Get. Out.”
He chuckled but thankfully obliged. “You haven’t got long left by the way,” he said as he turned to leave. “See you downstairs in a few seconds.”
I shoved the pile of books in my bag and somehow managed to get the zipper closed. I didn’t have time to shower, but I quickly changed my clothes and brushed my teeth before gathering some cosmetics from the bathroom. I cringed as I looked at my appearance in the mirror. My brown hair looked so wild even a bird would have questioned whether it would make a good nest, and without makeup on, my skin was pale after a bad night’s sleep.
“That’s definitely been more than two minutes, Clary,” Aiden called up the stairs. “Do you need me to come back and help you pack again?”
My blue eyes flared with annoyance, and I tore my gaze away from the mirror to glare in the direction of his voice. Aiden was infuriating, and he knew exactly how to get under my skin. There might have been a virus plaguing the world right now, but being stuck in quarantine with Aiden Moore suddenly felt like a much bigger problem.
“Claaary?” He called my name again with a droning voice, like he was searching for me in a game of hide and seek.
I let out a groan, grabbed my bag from my room, and dragged my feet back down the stairs to meet Aiden at the front door. He grinned brightly when he saw me and took the duffel bag out of my hands before turning to walk to his truck. He whistled as